When I was seventeen, I was told to hunker down. I was in an acting class and had just spent about fifteen minutes improvising a scene played out on a tightrope between the life I was living and the one I’d just created for my character. Real Life Improv - that’s what my teacher called …
It was 2014, after dinner but before Thanksgiving when I sawed off the head of a deer. We were in the back shed surrounded by the thick scent of fresh death, and I was just a guest, an outsider when it comes to survival. “This should get us through winter,” the father said to his …
By late August, we'd exhausted our summer nights with the sort of innocuous chatter that in hindsight can only be defined as endless foreplay - coyly beating around the inevitable. Chris would park his car outside my house, just barely seventeen, a shiny license tucked into the wallet kept safely in one of the deep …
Oh wondrous outlaw waving at bandwagons as they pass, Shackled not by this century's elusive systems, Nor blinded by false definitions of success, Tell me: Where am I to go but venture into the valleys Of creative souls to pick at the well-edited scraps Of former gold mines untapped? I am a modern day Mary …
Nearly three years removed from days spent stumbling around a traditional southern university, Manny felt at home in the Brooks Brothers casual look and aspired to one day be ringmaster of the bible belt political circus. He had never been one to adapt quickly, hence his appreciation for the social similarities in throwing back shots …
Nobody and Everybody, I don’t think I ever got the chance to tell you this, but I really like how trashy you are. It’s adorable how you think what you wear is appropriate. There’s just no question you’re from Jersey, and I admire those who keep the stereotypes strong. #JerseyStrong And thanks for always thinking …
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I found a tomato In a salad On the 4th of July, And what a wonder that is For no other reason than Tomatoes make me cry. Normally I’d suppress my tears, Make like our forefathers And spit on my fears, But for tomatoes I make an exception. They're simply far too evil For …
