If It Feels Good Do It

The title is complete bullshit. Well, maybe not complete bullshit. But the content that follows is the true story of my life. The first few years up on the hill were harsh. Now my mother and I lived with Michael, my would-be Chinese step-dad. But at that time he was still would-be. He and my [...]

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It was February, 2009. It was not a long time ago. I was discussing the finer things in life. Like Spam. Or wait. I’m not sure how Spam came up. But there was an Italian guy there. He asked a very Italian question. “What is Spam?” “That is a very Italian question,” I said. “Yes. [...]

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I barely remember the below photo being taken. My instructions to Alden and Herb went something like “YELL AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS!” Thanks again to Jon Logan for the badboy back in black Raiders hat birthday present. I don’t remember posing for the below picture at all. I took off my shirt for [...]

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thank you for showing up. My sister was into it too.

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For almost an entire week I have dreaded getting my license back. The cop who took it was on vacation, so I had to wait until today. I called him up and told him I was at the library. “Ok, I’ll be there in two minutes,” he said. Before he showed up, I prepared myself [...]

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Below are some things I neglected to mention. Beckett’s is close to BART. (It’s on Shattuck and there’s a BART station on Shattuck.) I’ll take BART there. At Beckett’s I will actually look more like this: A very sweet girl from 16 hours in the future sent me a very sweet birthday song. Alright. It’s [...]

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I didn’t used to understand the phrase, “dirty thirties.” It sounded weird. Well, until I turned 30 last year in Las Vegas. I’m proud to say that within one year I have experienced just about every way possible for a human being to be dirty, figuratively and literally. Anyways, this Friday, Februrary 20th from 8 [...]

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Whenever I go out drinking with D, something weird happens the next day. Or the same day. And not in a good way. I guess that’s what you get when you drink with a Russian guy. That shit is intense. In August, this happened. In September, this. Last Thursday night, after drinking around two pitchers [...]

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Tracy: loll i barely remember her me: “guessss whhhhhhhat debbie… I hhhhhhhave something reaaaaaaaaally exciting to say!” and it was totally not exciting Tracy: haha yea i sorta remember that me: hahaha!? you sorta remember that?! man that’s harsh obituary, d**** h*****: remembered for saying things that were not actually exciting after announcing that they [...]

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Man. I love being me. Goodnight.

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