Goodbye, brownstones. Goodbye, large anonymous brick buildings. Goodbye to the second place I ever considered “home”. Goodbye, first place I ever shared with a significant other. Goodbye, Freddy’s, the only bar that I… Continue reading
This week felt like a million weeks. Mainly because we’ve endured millions of Bernie Sanders memes. They’ve been worn out so much that the memes are becoming self-aware. Like they know that it’s… Continue reading
I know that I’m beating a dead horse. Yesterday’s title also included the word, “parking”. But I swear this time I won’t be listing off garbage. Instead, I’m going to lament one last… Continue reading
Good Moleman. Smithers, have The Rolling Stones killed. It’s been done. It’s Friday, January 22nd, Twenty-21. The weather in Brooklyn is 44° & Pantone 14-4103 and somewhere, somebody is biting into a chicken… Continue reading
When I got home from work last night, Rachel was still tuned into CNN. People presumably on Zoom were lip syncing songs and I was mad confused. Firstly, I was confused that Rachel… Continue reading
Embrace today. You’ll miss it tomorrow. Do some things you forgot you knew how to do. Call the people you’ve been meaning to call all month. Make the day yours. Take some extra… Continue reading
I decided to write on the new balcony. This is because the balcony exists and it’s there for the direct purpose of my enjoyment. I genuinely don’t care how cold it is. This… Continue reading
A little part of me died on May 2, 2012. I was hovering over a crowded bar in Greenpoint, one that is sadly no longer standing, when the news came on the muted… Continue reading
Well that didn’t last long. My brief love affair with football is over for another year. The chance of an LA Triple Crown is dead in the water and as of writing, Tom… Continue reading
Good Moleman. Bart, you want a brownie before you go to bed? I pickled the figs myself. It’s Friday, January 15th, Twanty-Too-Won. The weather in Brooklyn is 45° & Pantone 19-4008 and somewhere,… Continue reading
