“Dude, if you want to come by later I might invite these girls I know from Hempstead. I have a place in Garden City now.” Rob said. I listened and let the words marinate in my head until they were cooked perfectly into a guilt-free conviction that meeting up with those girls was in my… Read More The Relapse
“You can tell your friends you met this crazy Norwegian girl on the Camino de Santiago.” These were Katrine’s words before we parted. She said that we had both accumulated a fun memory from our hike across Spain to tell our friends back home. We had met on the trail and spent 4 days together. I… Read More The ex-girlfriend is always greener
I’ve gotten used to playing the part of the inconsiderate, able bodied asshole who takes the handicapped seat in the front of the city bus. My feet still haven’t healed from the Camino de Santiago. I think there has been nerve damage, but they don’t know that. There’s no boot or brace. 10 or 15… Read More Teaching English in Spain-A Day in the Life, and drunk daydreams
I see universes, loves, achievements, like a projector up on the wall in my mind’s eye. The coveting of my peer’s lives and indulging of my day-dream fantasies keep me paralyzed. Having a foot injury has left my mind in the form of marinated stew, boiled until its liquefied mush and no solids remain. It starts… Read More Apartment hunting and hostels/ “I’m taking it easy tonight”- My 10th day in Madrid,Spain
I was browsing the small book store in Penn Station in New York City while waiting for my evening train to take me to my home to Long Island. I perused the David Foster Wallace book I have never been able to get past the first 50 pages of-Infinite Jest. A family friend, 10 years my… Read More Camino Day 11- Ruminations from a Soulful observer- Fromista- Calzuela de la Cuenca. 25 miles
The Sober Hombre 