People often ask me how I manage to get by. The answer is that I don’t know. I just do things I don’t mind doing, sometimes things I enjoy doing, and if I get money in the end that’s an added bonus. So far it’s worked, but lately, in this cruel and exhausting era, I’ve […]Read more "Other People’s Fantasies: Tyler Thurgood"
So we all know life isn’t exactly easy these days and jobs are going the way of the Black Rhino, but there are things we can do. They might not be the greatest ideas or yield the most results, but we can still do things, right? Well, I published a book of my writing. You […]Read more "Life on a Treadmill: The Collected Works of a Successful Failure"
It was 2:48 a.m. when Tim realized he probably should have went out drinking with his friends rather than stay in on a Saturday, one night after staying in on Friday. Bored and unable to reach any of his friends who were too drunk or passed out to use their phones, he grabbed a book […]Read more "Stranger Help | a short story"
When you turn off of Canal onto Bourbon St. you’re greeted by various bars, strip clubs, and assorted places to grab some good ole comfort food. However, as you move further down Bourbon, the well-lit tourist-laden area becomes darker, and after a short stretch of gay bars, Bourbon is black, the cracked sidewalks stained with […]Read more "Praying with a Crackhead on Bourbon St."
A dead deer in the shoulder should always be taken as a bad omen, and a reminder of how in an instant, life can be permanently altered—especially when you fly by the carcass at 94mph en route to New York City from Vermont. Unfortunately for Cal, he was passed out drunk in the passenger seat […]Read more "LSD, New York City, and Halloween | a short story"
A man with a dented forehead, rotten teeth, and dark gray hairs scattered around a bald piece of head was the only person in the hallway near the entrance of Birchwood Terrace when I arrived with the Chinese food I was sent to deliver. His gray sweatshirt was covered in yellow and brown stains, and […]Read more "Birchwood Terrace | a short story"
“I woke up nude, covered from my neck to my knees with an American flag. The room was dank, frigid, and smelt old. My body trembled from the cold air that had filled the apartment. With the flag draped over my shoulders and pulled tightly around my upper body, I made my way into the […]Read more "About Last Night | a short story"