Overpunk.

To the Luce Hostboy with the Attitude: I ran in tonight, all flush with the success of finding a parking spot right out front! of Pizza Luce! In the warehouse district! and took a look around the restaurant before heading back up front to get a table. You trailed me up to the podium, asking, as if I was clueless ...

Forgetful

Me again. I think I’ve probably mentioned my really bad memory before, but I can’t recall. It used to bother me a lot that I have this sort of progressive amnesia in which anything over a week old tends to fade and blend into one event that I can’t really conjure up in any meaningful way. Not only do I ...

Like yah.

Dear Friends: Working in the outer-outer (read: superwhite) suburbs pisses me off on a regular basis, but today was the first day I thought I might actually have to kill to make things right. I was sitting, no, lounging at Starbucks today at lunch, reading my book, Empire Falls, which is taking me forever due to the fact that it’s ...

The best shit I never wrote.

My fellow Americans: If it weren’t for this work thing and the constant flurry of activity, I’d have time to write some of this stuff down. Since I don’t, I’ve made a list of the things I would write about if I had the opportunity. In fact, I’d make them into one giant post for your reading enjoyment. And, believe ...