Category: Paris

A Breakup Song by Rudy Martinez I’ve forgotten what it was in you that put the need in me Read on Substack

    Jen was sitting there on the gym floor playing with her hair as the teacher took roll.Our classes were combined for tumbling so I walked over to my…

  I’m your stereotypical Gen-X, latch key kid, raised (mostly) in the 80s. That means my babysitter was usually a TV. Which is to say that, for me, movies have…

  It’s easy to be cynical about sports. You look at rape-y punter in Buffalo and rape-y qbs that have peppered the AFC North (past and present) and it really…

    In 1992 I was 19 going on 20 and working a great union job that paid $18.83 an hour with a raise after 90 days to twenty-somethings. I…

  I forgot how draining it can be to write something every single day. Don’t get me wrong, I have a literal list of things I want to cover with…

I won’t say I have apathy about this election, but, well, there is a part of me that keeps telling myself that I don’t have to worry about this shitshow…

A regular Friday like no other I woke at 6 AM and wrote something, had a lot of coffee, and then… took a nap. Jet lag is no small thing,…

When things are new and exciting everything is wonderful all the time. A new lover, a new city, a new puppy; exciting and wonderful all the time. Time has a…

So far the start to my day has been right around 4:30 in the morning everyday. Today was the first time I didn’t go back to bed for a long…