When I was a kid, friendship felt pretty straightforward. You’d walk up to another kid on the playground and ask if they wanted to play. If they said yes and were nice, boom: friend. If they said no or broke one of my sacred, unspoken rules? Not a friend. Just some kid with poor judgment. … Continue reading my history of understanding friendship — act I: the bracelet-making soulmate and the life-sized goodbye..
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saying goodbye…
Would you rather listen to me read this? Click play... A few months ago I was putting together a playlist called Hallelujah. Predictably it was comprised of renditions of the song Hallelujah by different artists. At the time I was having a lot of powerful emotions and I had gotten stoned and listened to KD … Continue reading saying goodbye…
I have no idea what’s going on…
The other morning, just before waking, I had a strange, potent, boring, unusual dream. I'll skip all the parts about finding out that my grandparents had separately faked their own deaths and opened a bookstore with a courtyard and duplex out back. And the part where my grandfather asked me to come and clean out … Continue reading I have no idea what’s going on…
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