i can’t remember if i know something because i’ve done it or because i’ve seen it done many times. in my head it is clear as day, but realistically, i’m not sure if it’s been done. i don’t know how to go about finding out. maybe i’ll just try, and see if i can. adam.…

i am leaving for the coast in a bit, about an hour or so (the only thing keeping me from leaving now is lack of clean clothes that are now drying). before i leave, i will answer some questions, or the one question that i have been asked about unfold inside me i wrote it…

as she put her arms around me, and we stumbled to get our steps synchronized, i knew it wouldn’t last. we were happy. happy enough for me to warm her with my overcoat while we walked down the streets of midnight city. our shows had become staples in our week. music gave life to an…

I am a business man. I am a methodical man. Method is the thing, after all. But there are no people I more heartily despise than your eccentric fools who prate about method without understanding it; attending strictly to its letter, and violating its spirit. These fellows are always doing the most out-of-the-way things in…

i want to spill my guts tonight. i want to tell my life’s ups and downs. every last detail of my existence is needing to be known. i don’t have many people to talk to at midnight, or five minutes till. right now i’m searching again. like i do every three or four months. why…

well, the other day my sister who is younger than i, seventeen, had a few of her little high school friends over to put frosting on the christmas cookies. today, our house is going to be filled with the cast from the upcoming Alice in Wonderland play from her school. while cats are disappearing, queens…

i wanted to see the puppies, so i held the door open all the rest of my life. Archived source: Wayback Machine capture

as i looked into the photograph, i noticed in the background my friend years ago. she wasn’t a friend then, someone that just walked into the background while i was pushing the button on my moms camera that she loaned me for a fun filled week at camp. as the years went by, the picture…

jeremy enigk once wrote ‘december’s tragic drive, when time is poetry’ i now understand that. saturday i drove from my house in portland to a friend’s wedding up north of seattle. it was a nice small wedding, just the type i want, but am not going to have, too many people in my book. while…

monday and tuesday i opened, so that’s my excuse. i’ve been working more and more. my boss gave me my training book so i can get the shift manager money. i haven’t had a day off since last wednesday, the 6th, and i was going to going to have on tomorrow but i have training…