Break My Body, Hold My Bones

My room has been condensed to a stack of boxes and milk crates in the middle of the floor; if I’ve learned anything from preparing for the big move, it’s that packing is way easier when you own nothing but a stereo and speakers, some found furniture that will be returning to the street from [...]

Noise! Won’t! Stop!

A day of triumphs, then, as I: i) have at long last gotten around to beating the original Guitar Hero, making Stevie Ray Vaughn my bitch while barely surviving Ozzy. ii) am 2/3′s of the way towards drunk, having declared war on a bottled of wine following… iii) finally, along with the rest of my [...]

Because There Are No Other Pictures of Flat Iron

Walking to work this morning, darting from bit of shade to bit of shade because it’s already too damn hot to live outside, a touristy looking bus pulls up to the sidewalk ahead of me. A line of people file out of the bus, looking like the sort engineers who’s daughters I dated in Huntsville [...]