Category Archives: Stories

Scott Rosen

“Do you mind if your partner smells bad?” is one of the questions that matched us at 89%. He answered, “Not as important as you may think.” Looking around the condo expertly manicured in a tetris of modern American style, I’m not so convinced. Easy-going isn’t one of his strengths. And yet he seems so relaxed. Perhaps that’s the independent wealth he gained from childhood tragedy. After all, that is why we forgive Batman for spending his wealth on narcissism instead of something useful. Sure, capricious vigilante justice looks like a good idea but do you know how many orphans we can feed with that same budget? Continue reading Scott Rosen

Broken

That’s the title to a song if you didn’t know. It doesn’t matter who the artist is because you can’t pull it up on a jukebox. Most of my post titles are titles of something else. I don’t get overt about it because that’s not what I’m doing here. I was reminded last night that I haven’t revisited the point of this blog since starting it in 2014. The subsequent 3 years were littered with highs and lows as I fearlessly embraced a complete life change. I’ve always had a penchant for pursuing my goals relentlessly. After twenty years of using the internet, I finally carved out my own place and started publicly saying things in a blog no one reads. Continue reading Broken

Belgrado

Punk band from Spain. I think I heard it on KEXP but could have easily been WEVL. That’s my entire point with the disparity. WEVL is a volunteer radio station that’s existed in Memphis for over 41 years with absolutely no endorsement or subsidization. People dedicated to music and its history sharing with the public. Having them streaming on the internet is momentous. We could create a library off their content that would bring music lovers to their knees. If only there was funding for that sort of thing in the midSouth.  Seattle is so spoiled.
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Garden Party

I can hear people having sex. I’m at a party where the idea is to be loose. I can’t be loose. I don’t feel comfortable being myself around a group of people without backup. I know people here but I’m missing a partner in crime. The ability to be completely open only happen with trust. I have learned to trust my gut and follow what feels right. Seemingly nonsensical to an observer, I always act with purpose. I like my intelligence and ability to empathize, despite how sharp it makes me. When feeling insecure I use yoga and music is the perfect stress-reliever. Overall, I’m fairly put together. Why can’t I loosen up my emotions? Continue reading Garden Party

I, You, Demand

I don’t have time to write down the things I want to say but one thing is certain, breaking my heart open has yielded a pinata’s worth of emotions. Echoing the rejection I faced for years in my hometown, the person-I-could-have-been in Seattle summarily rejected me this week. Neither path approves of my life choices. Can’t say I blame them. I’m not a model of responsibility and I don’t live for the objects around me. I gave up security in order to carve a chunk out of this world before I go. In the end all we have is the people who love us. I plan to maximize that number in the time I have left. Continue reading I, You, Demand

Quintron and Miss Pussycat

Completely worth $12.  Not sure I like the advertising policy of The Stranger. $10 online, $12 in person. Justified by the service charge that makes the online ticket $14.75 after the fact. What about cash covers that go to the talent? It’s a terrible standard to expect your local talent to perform for free. A psychedelic punk rock puppet show combined with appropriately catchy dance music. I met two hard-core fans before the show and their enthusiasm embodied an entire crowd of fans.  The crowd itself was substantial as well. Continue reading Quintron and Miss Pussycat

Breaking Backs

I see them so plainly now, each crack in the sidewalk that tripped me up last year. Walking down the hill, my feet know where to go without thinking anymore. My knees are remarkably healthy at this point. I do have a huge burn on my side, coinciding with emotional pain like a metaphor. One moment of absent-mindedness taking weeks to heal. I can still see the thin line of 2nd degree in the middle. A crusty coin slot big enough for a quarter. Forcing a smile through the pain and doing yoga daily, I have a chance to gain productivity in the face of outright depression. Continue reading Breaking Backs

Memphis Magic

It found me again. That undeniable energy drawing purpose out of thin air. Continue reading Memphis Magic

High School Drama

This doesn’t feel done but I’m tired of looking at it…  Continue reading High School Drama