May 2012
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Practice to be Simple.
Think of every chance we could be The ones who have it all See me practice to be simple You pick up the phone Extend and reach your hands out And show your bones Many problems will be left unsolved So what if innocence was lost? Your new self will adjust You take a walk home And everywhere you look
You are not alone
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When Will You Come Home?
Angela was my friend, back in high school. I mean, we would still hang out. Every once in a while. She moved to another country. I didn’t know where. She wouldn’t tell me. She told me somewhere east of here, but that was a worthless piece of information— It was another freakin’ country. I miss her sometimes. She only came back twice last year. She was never on Facebook so I...
April 2012
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March 2012
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February 2012
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January 2012
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December 2011
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This is how I google.
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November 2011
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The Thorndale Race.
Paul, like always, came in last. He didn’t want to be last but his body mass worked against his wishes every time. He would much prefer it if his classmates would just get on with it and call him fat. At least his undisputed last place track record would be justified. But all boys at Thorndale Private School were taught to be polite to everyone. They were taught to avoid confrontation and...
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October 2011
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From A to A and Back Again.
A: Marvin.
A: I was born in Montreal, but now I live in Toronto. I also have a condo in Chicago, but I don’t stay there anymore. For obvious reasons.
A: We talk on the phone sometimes. I mean, I reach out and call her all the time… Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Let’s not talk about that.
A: Four. The first was in an old, rusty Pontiac Sunfire. The backseat was surprisingly...
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Subtext.
Her first message was… “:p”
She was a sneaky one. She’s not a slut or anything. She was really bad at being one if she’s one. The next morning, she initiated the text-message equivalent of a tennis game. I wouldn’t have answered the call if she had call. What could we talk about? I lack the basic knowledge of handle a phone call without turning it into some...
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September 2011
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Tourist.
When you feel like you have more time than you need, you go to museums. The day was reserved for the Natural Museum and the Science Museum. I got what I expected, nature and science, two subjects that I never cared too much for. To clear my head a little, I took a slow walk through nature in Hyde Park.
Night came and I showed up at the Grim Reaper tour on time and met up with Dave, Rob and...
August 2011
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Dream Works.
“I made love to my ex-co-worker Sandra in a dream once. It was a memorable dream. An important dream. To this day, I still have a crush on Sandra. The last time I saw her was a year ago. If I ever make a list of all the women I love, she could very well be up there at the top. Along with my mom. Obviously for different reasons.”
Sandra rides Felix in the backseat. They are,...
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Paperback.
SCENE ONE.
It’s a house party for yuppies. Empty wine glasses everywhere, sitting on fancy furniture and staining the fine wood. AMANDA, alone on the couch, sees DANIEL as he approaches. Each imminent step amplifies fear in her eyes… A SILENCE.
DANIEL Hello Amanda.
AMANDA Great party, huh?
DANIEL The beer’s kind of musty. But yeah, great party. The best.
AMANDA...
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A Post-Mortem Letter. Just In Case.
I’ve always told myself that depression is a myth, made up for middle-class housewives to whine about life whenever there’s nothing to complain about. Life is decent. Go out and do something. Meet new people and really get to know them. Smile, you will feel better about yourself. People who say those things have no idea how it feels to be stuck in a constant state of hollow nothingness. I used to...
July 2011
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May 2011
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Julian Casablancas.
Sarah Jessica Parker wanted nothing but a kiss from Julian Casablancas. The reasons were obvious: He was the fastest point guard on the basketball team and, so the rumor went, he kissed Floria Sigismondi so hard she went into a coma for two days. Sarah didn’t want to go into a coma, she told herself. She wanted a boy she could care about. If that boy was a good kisser, it would be an added...
April 2011
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Beardist.
(An excerpt from an upcoming project.)
To the folks who weren’t familiar with the term Beardist, let us revisit the year 1997. Inside the pages of the ‘97 yearbook were 324 student portraits. During the week of mandatory photo-taking, a group of 58 male students decided to, as a collective joke, grow out whatever they could on their pimply faces. To put this in context, let it be...
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Temporary.
“Ein bier bitte,” he belched with enthusiasm, as if it were to amplify the importance of his brewski knowledge available only to pioneers of Germany tourism, such as himself. He never mentioned his name but knowing it would be unnecessary. His face would never pop up again after tonight. “That’s all the words you need to know. Everything else is gravy. Do you know what...
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Tragedy.
It’s not a tragedy, per se. Tragedy would be that accident with the bus running over the pregnant woman who’s within days away from labor. She would’ve done anything to protect her baby. The velocity of the speeding bus did not comply, however. The bus made contact and she dropped to the pavement like a ruptured sandbag. Sand was everywhere and it was a nasty scene. And what was the scene? A...
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Anti-humor.
Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side. It’s a classic anti-humor joke that no one seems to appreciate anymore. I suppose I’m a big fan of anti-humor. Gretchen is an amazing girl but she will never be someone I can be in love with. She doesn’t understand my humor. Or anti-humor. Or whatever. I wake up earlier than I planned. School is officially over,...
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High School Party.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Well, I’m not doing it yet, but in a matter of a few hours, I’ll be doing it. Doing her. Samantha from math class. Samantha is someone who craves attention and gets it from every guy within a ten foot radius. And it’s a small house party too. A radius of ten feet is pretty much a hundred percent of the male demographic. I bet some of...
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Push.
“The girls are being girls again,” Aunt Carrie used to say. It’s unfortunate that you won’t be able to remember the summers we had. Your mom would take us to the playground and she would help us swing higher than the Murray Brothers. I will always think back to all the nights we had spent at the cottage. They were memories I hold dearly; Memories to you that are nothing...
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The Long Fall.
“Anna, listen to me.”
“I’m listening.” “I’m not gonna let you go,” I said with uncertainty. Even though I was in full control, there was no guarantee in a prediction. We were like that scene in “Titanic”, except we were not on a sinking ship, I was not Leo, and her nipples made absolute no impact to any twelve year-old, like Kate’s...
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Pecan Pie.
“We are free from our choices, so don’t let the special menu control you. You are who you are and you want what you want. Don’t let the cook decide what you want. What do you want?” She asked. “I want today’s special. If I get the special, I’m guaranteed freshness. I’m guaranteed quality. I’m guaranteed something special. I want the...