August 15, 2010
If there were any one thing I could be famous for at this point in my life my knack for having identity crises like clockwork could very well be that thing. Has it been more than twelve to twenty-four months since I’ve upset my entire schedule; turned my structure, my very being upside down? [...]
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October 28, 2009
His jeans were starched and the most vivid shade of indigo I’d ever seen. His hair as white as the driven snow. His hands shook ever so slightly as he fumbled with his wallet.
I don’t get emotionally attached to many people. When I do, it’s intense.
On the matte, black conveyor belt that stood [...]
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