On the night during which the events of this essay took place—August 8th, 2003—the San Francisco Giants beat the Philadelphia Phillies 9-1. Barry Bonds hit a home run, yes, his 648th...

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Well, you see the horns there. They're a good size, I think. And so me, I ask about them, I say, You got horns?

I began reading a PDF of Cult of Loretta, but stopped a few pages in. I’d already, by instinct, picked up the pen beside me several times. There were sentences to underline, pages to dog-ear. What

My friends told me they’d introduce me to May, but only if I understood that she’d been through a lot and didn’t need any more bad things to happen to her.

 fuck me here on this scabrous mountain while we all watch each other among sacred olives fuck away desire.

The story goes that Mario is Luigi’s brother. Nearly all we know about him is that he is a brother.

Rebecca and I read Atul Gawande's Being Mortal and talked about it.

I heard about what happened last week.
Oh yeah, that was just—
It wasn't right. I'm really sorry about that.

Robots, welcome to the punishment of a criminal!

His family was there. My family was there. My bouquet was made of flies. 

Sometimes we appreciate things a lot later in life than we should.

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Words cannot possibly describe the utterly disgusting experience that was the consumption of this bullshit soup.

Watching the blood drain was the moment she knew/ that she didn’t have it figured out."

The tourists stand on the hostel balcony, shirtless, sun on their golden skin and hair or maybe their skin is the sun.

Okay, now -- I'm going to tie this end to the box. Lydia, throw the other end over our tree. Gilly, stand guard over the box.

Tanja and I were competing to see who had moved the most as a child.
“I know of at least fourteen places we lived before I was eighteen,” I said.
Tanja started naming places she had lived. She kept naming her grandma’s house over and over, between every place.

Nothing Works: 1

-New York City 2005

I should be through thinking about it. Ok, but I remember just going batshit, breaking up with Vanessa on the payphone. Hanging up, couple minutes,

I keep finding medium length blond hairs on old shirts I haven’t worn in two or three years. My hair is short and black, and my lover’s hair is long and brown. 

If I too am a void into which/She finds the solace of vanishing.

yesterday I bragged
about having a friend

Yesterday my mom called me up and asked me to buy her cigarettes. I told her no and hung up. 

After the Bombing

Santa did not know how to react to the sight; he only stared. At the granite block, there were three rows filled with ten men, each of whom was Santa. The only thing that

It's like how falling in love never leaves a good taste in your mouth. 

Focus too much time on watching Amanda make cappuccinos.