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September 30, 2015

So what the hell is this? Where the fuck am I?

Who am I?

That’s the biggest question, and one I’m not too sure will unfold within the narrative. Life doesn’t always bounce between plot points with an indie soundtrack and well thought out end. When you look back, what do you see? What do you really have?

Moments are what we have. Brief instances where we can remember that smell, that feeling…Sharp moments that are little more than flashes. We piece these moments together by living within them.

This isn’t the meaning of life, but perhaps it proves life has meaning, if for but a moment.

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Like a High School Crush

September 12, 2015

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The weather felt like a high school crush.

It was far too nice outside. I had to open up the house and let it breathe. I probably needed to do the same.

I was working on some campaign concepts for a client, and I had some strong ideas, but they were circling just slightly out of reach. I hadn’t used this part of my mind for quite some time, and had started to wonder if I even could anymore. A gentle gust of wind cut through the front windows of my lonely little bungalow stirring up dust and dog hair. Suddenly, my home felt far less comfortable and accommodating than it had for the past few years of self-imposed exile from the greater society at large.

I needed a change, even if it was as simple as the scenery.

I assembled my laptop, notes, booze, cigarettes and dogs and migrated out back, past my neglected bathroom and mess of a kitchen. Solitude was slowly turning my house into a single man’s cliche complete with empty bottles and full ashtrays scattered about like thrift store chotsky. It didn’t bother me, and my dogs didn’t care. There was nobody else to impress.

It was beautiful outside. The weather felt like a high school crush. The whole world was made golden by the sun, and the breeze felt like pure energy. The day felt open ended; there was opportunity, even if it wasn’t obvious. It made me feel a strange anticipation for something potentially wonderful. The sun was so inviting I felt as if I might actually find a way to step into the light and embrace it. The day felt like falling in love for the very first time—new and wonderful.

It was a feeling that had become rather foreign to me.

I could hear the music escaping from my living room, a constant attempt to fill an otherwise silent space. Outside, dogs barked and the neighborhood buzzed with the simple ritual of lawn maintenance and weekend activity. They were far enough away to blend in and add to the greater landscape, but immediate and present enough to remind me there was, indeed a world outside of my mind.

Those campaign ideas were still floating above me, still just out of reach. I needed to think.

Perhaps that was my problem. Thinking had surpassed an exercise or past time and graduated to a nervous tick. I inhabited my mind every bit as much as my safe little bungalow, reflecting on everything. Retrospect had replaced warm memory, and every little moment had transformed into a cautionary tale to learn from. There was no room for regret, but plenty of space to fill with reflection. I had already asked the questions, and for the most part, accepted the answers—at least the ones I was able to find. There were a hundred victories and a thousand tragedies, and I had relived every single one.

It was time to stop.

The weather felt like a high school crush, and all it required was a deep breath and a quiet moment to appreciate. Nothing else was necessary.

It would all be within reach soon enough.

March 5, 2013

What’s your story? Any huge and interesting things propel you this year? Any big surprises?

I’m looking for inspiration. For positive chain reactions.

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April 19, 2012

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the Hobo and the Train

June 22, 2010

“Take me home,” said the Hobo to the Train. But the Train just whistled and pushed on.

They both knew he was already there.


Have You Ever Been to the Top of a Roller Coaster?

January 12, 2010

Well, have you?

Wind pushing against your face, an undeniable anticipation rushing through your body as you reach the top…

But what if you got stuck up there? Would the anticipation change?

Have You Ever Been Put on Hold?

December 16, 2009

Well, have you?

Left to listen to an endless rotation of the same canned song…Stuck to the phone, waiting for someone—anyone to pick up?

Eventually you start thinking about hanging up.

How Do You Wear Your Hat?

December 12, 2009

Man that cat had it.

He wasn’t tall, he wasn’t pretty. He wasn’t the best singer, or the sharpest crayon in the box.

But he had it. More than anyone else ever has—or ever will.

But what the hell was it, exactly?

From the way he drank his whiskey to how we wore his hat…it was his. Always his. He owned it all.

He had the world on a string, and more than the words he sang, he truly did it his way.

On paper, he was just a man; skinny, scarred—raised in Hoboken…

But he was a whole lot more than that.

He always said, “You’ve gotta love living—because dying’s a pain in the ass.”

And he did. Every moment of his life was lived, for better or for worse.

There will never be another like him.

Happy birthday, Francis Albert.

Have You Ever Watched a SuperBall Bounce?

December 3, 2009

Well, have you?

Have you watched it hit the ground, shooting straight up to the sun—a miniature eclipse in the sky?

It’s gotta come back down to earth sooner or later.

Because ultimately, the gravity of the world is too much.

Eventually, it stops bouncing back.

Got Words?

November 20, 2009

We, the writers, are merely cows.

Even if you don’t buy us, we’ll keep producing milk.

Thirsty for more?

Have You Ever Witnessed a Theft?

November 18, 2009

Well, have you?

We’re not talking the crime of the century—no jewel heists or bank robberies.

Have you ever stood next to someone in a convenience store, watching them stick a pack of gum in their pocket with no concern of the world around them—with no fear of repercussion? Did it make you wonder if you were capable of such actions, too?

But what if you’re the one minding the shop?

Have You Ever Witnessed a Train Wreck?

November 17, 2009

Well, have you?

Have you seen two opposing forces bearing down on one another, steel scraping on iron, nowhere to go but forward towards imminent disaster?

All you can do is brace for the impact.

Have You Ever Been Punched in the Gut?

November 10, 2009

Well, have you?

 

Have you felt your knees buckle, your body crumble?

 

Harry Houdini died from a punch in the gut. No escaping that.