The only thing I’ve ever wanted is for people to make a fuss over me.
Much like the doctor who places last in his class in med school, the kid who passes Music Theory with a C still gets to be a rock star.
Written in 2014, inspired by the death of one of my favorite celebrites.
If you don’t have anything nice to say, you get a free pass to tweet it instead.
Bright & Beautiful – A tale of bootleg liquor and broken hearts, played to the tune of a swinging jazz number.
I wrote this years ago, while I was in college. There’s no Freudian analysis to be made whatsoever.
If you’re already thinking this is a melodramatic title, wait until you get to the end of this sentence and find out it’s a story about my ex.
The late 90s. Jelly sandals, Pokémon, and a plaintive ballad about the existential wasteland of internet communication.
After 25 years of playing the game, I finally feel like I know the rules.