The old me would have laid it on thick, with a full blown charm offensive. For every statement that lost her a point, the old…
A sequel to The Old Me
The old me would have laid it on thick, with a full blown charm offensive. For every statement that lost her a point, the old…
A sequel to The Old Me
The new me played it cool. Light and breezy. Asked some questions. Didn’t babble on. Changed topics often.
The new me did no…
A prequel to The New Me
The in-between me had taken punches from both Fate and Free Will, so many that it was tough to tell who was hitting me, and w…
A prequel to The In-between Me
The endless back and forth: will she? Won’t she? Will I? Should I? It gets exhausting in the same way as those daily life que…
A prequel to Heart. Broken?
Then she spoke: “Care to join me?” My front tire slid nicely into a crack that was big enough to suck your Jack Russell in an…
A sequel to Sometimes They Talk To Me
“He’s pretty fearless, huh?” We’re at the sixth bar, eleven rounds of drinks into the evening. Carl and I watch as our new ho…
A sequel to The Hobo Party Gets Interesting
It was a trap. I had set my very first trap. A basket, a blanket and a bottle of wine, flanked by a bike path on one side and…
A sequel to My Very First Trap
She’s not getting up. She’s not getting up to help me. Dear God, I almost kill myself in front of this woman and she does not…
A prequel to Call For Help
It was Carl’s idea to party with the homeless guy. He had been ignoring him for the past four years, three times a day (twice…
A sequel to Hobo Party
We shouldn’t be driving. Good thing we weren’t. Possum again surprised us by a) being the most sober after a completely unnec…
A prequel to The Hobo Party En Route
My friend Carl is lonely. And rich. And seriously uncreative. I called him up the other night.
“Whatcha’ doin’?” I asked.
...
A sequel to It's An Evening
“He’s pretty fearless, huh?” We’re at the sixth bar, eleven rounds of drinks into the evening. Carl and I watch as our new ho…
A prequel to The Hobo Party Gets Interesting
It was Carl’s idea to party with the homeless guy. He had been ignoring him for the past four years, three times a day (twice…
A prequel to Hobo Party
My friend Carl is lonely. And rich. And seriously uncreative. I called him up the other night.
“Whatcha’ doin’?” I asked.
...
A prequel to It's An Evening
“Wanna come over and watch me jerk off?”
I can’t believe that line worked. In today’s seen-it-all-done-it-all world, you ne…
A prequel to Wanna Come Over?
For some reason, I’ve been practicing what to say to tourists if they ask me what there is to do in this city. When I travele…
A prequel to Tourists with Maps
It was a trap. I had set my very first trap. A basket, a blanket and a bottle of wine, flanked by a bike path on one side and…
A prequel to My Very First Trap
Should I break up because of her tragic un-coolness? Because at almost 30, she still lives like a student? She pan-fries her …
A prequel to Pros and Cons