After the Life Altering Break-Up (henceforth dubbed LABU). I went through the mandatory soul-searching Activities. I drank a lot of bad craft beer and a few good ones, a lot of whiskey, oodles of Black Label, and Double Black. I ran a 10k, tried a few new hobbies, and gave up some others. Once, in an … Continue reading Activities
Your life is full of spectacular quiet. Full of faraways and farewells, because for you it's true. People change. If they don't, the circumstances they face make them change. You know this now because you are old enough to know that it's the truth. It's weird how easy it feels now. People move … Continue reading Sometimes
Bars There are so many of them. In your hometown, you only ever went to six and that was when you were flush. You rotated them depending on your mood, the day of the week, how much gasoline you had or what kind of cheeseburger you were craving. Manila bars are flavored with the different cities and … Continue reading Manila, Cataloged (Part One)
He meant that he was pointless. Or I was. I told him I missed trees. But not so much. I missed the horses and being able to go out and feel grass under my feet even in the middle of the day. I was lying. I usually spent days asleep and only saw grass when we drank in public parks.
I'm drinking dark beer, the kind that's full of dark things, like caramel, or the souls of Belgian brewers. The girl behind the bar looks like Kirsten Stewart, but she's clean, pretty, mohawked, irritable. The bar (which is really a converted house) is noisy. Too much chatter, a girl in high boots singing to herself, … Continue reading Odd Encounters 3
To the guy who ran right by us last night, wearing nothing but flowered shorts, fluorescent shoes, magnificent abs and excellent shoulders: Thank you. We would have hooted our thanks, but you were too fast. We waited for you to run by again, but sadly, no dice.
These are not my streets. But they are familiar. Puddles glint as the streetlights dim. Cabs and cars whoosh by. We spill out of the bar, but it’s more of a gradual meander into the night. I want to close my eyes and blend into the darkness. I want to stop and stand still. The … Continue reading Walking our Streets II
"How are you?" That moment. We all get it. That split second where that earnest face asking you this question is completely unrecognizable. The inside of your head turns into a pack of panicked hamsters, all desperately trying to get out, get away. For a moment, a montage of everyone I have ever known runs through my head. … Continue reading Odd Encounters 1
October in my hometown feels like fall, but without the crunchy potato-chip leaves. There's a certain day in October when the wind turns, bites and starts to bring in the cold. The wind becomes moody, happily shreds your lungs on the way in. It's menthol candy wind, the kind that slaps a person awake. That … Continue reading October