Is dating in your twenties just one big let down? Days from my thirtieth birthday, I was listening to “Interstate 8,” by Modest Mouse—music of my high school years and from the Pacific Northwest, my home state. “Interstate 8” and “Broke” are songs for the shoe gazer, the existentialist, the emotional atheist. I’m going nowhere […]Read more "Let Down and Building Nothing Out of Something"
When I was sixteen, I was not the shit. I mean, I was locked up in the office in the drama room, writing my play, and literally spending my math period sketching out a six part graphic novel series that I knew would get me a deal with Dark Horse if I could just get […]Read more "This is why I wear a Transformers T-shirt to my Grownup Person Job"
Preface: In recent attempts to write a sitcom pilot, I have been mining for characters in my own life. What has happened instead, is that I’ve found myself writing a number of personal essays about my past relationships, romantic or otherwise. Seems I’ve been blessed to share my time with a motley cast of characters. […]Read more "The Dead-End Date"