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wrote this awhile ago
but i liked it… it’s january. or it was december. and i’m at a concert. begrudgingly dragged there by loved ones. they’re not bands i care about, rather they’re bands i once shared meaningful(less) proximity with. and now, by way of this arbitrary relationship, i’m here (or there), arms folded, teeth clenched. the first band is made up of fakers. Now, to be...
i just discovered a fixed gear/softcore porn thing… WTF is the world coming to?
Get rowdy.: Thanks for the ride, Jerry. →
rowdiness: Jerry Sloan is the reason I became a journalist. He’s the reason I learned what a pick-and-roll was. He’s the reason I learned what a “horseshit call” was. He’s the reason I wanted to learn, study and write about sports. He’s the guy you wish could be your grandfather. My relationship…
when i was young
i had a hard time sleeping. at times it was impossible. i’d close my eyes and something strange would happen. i can’t really explain it… but it started happening again last night.
i did it.
i turned out not bad in a bad world.