Part 1 “It’s gonna be hard sucking dick with that busted lip.” Sharon tells me as she tosses a bag of frozen peas on the table. I’m leaned in over a keyboard and the bright white light of a google page is the only illumination in the room. “I’ll find a way.” I say absentmindedly. […]
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Hell yeah I just finished working brunch in Manhattan. Usually some funny shit happens and I figured I would just write whatever that was but today it was slow as fuck and the customers really ain’t do shit. Now my phone is about to die and I got no ideas for this post. Brunch […]
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Brunch is my favorite meal. I’m obsessed with options, never content to have just one thing at one time. Eclectic to the core. A little bit of this, a little bit of that. It has gotten me into trouble. I may have a wandering eye. Always secretly concerned with the grass on the other side. A […]
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There is a movement centered around a tattoo; of a semicolon. The idea that when a sentence could have been ended it chooses to continue. The sentence, of course, being a life. The catch is that sometimes the sentence ends before it should have. The pen goes dry. This idea connected for me because I thought […]
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The very last day on death row. A guy in a stiff blue shirt was writing down what Whalen wanted for his last meal. “Stiff bacon. And wheat toast with butter and sunny-side up eggs on top of them,” said Jamie Whalen, 54. “With hot coffee—but bad coffee, like what you get from a […]
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It’s not like I expect it to feel good or anything, but shit, the first punch of the day always ends up more painful than anticipated. I twist back into the wall and my eyes feel like they are about to pop out of their sockets. Years of getting pummeled in the jaw means my […]
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