I got into bed Saturday night at 3 am, exhausted from a night of exerting the effort of facial expressions required to match the synthetic enthusiasm of drunk people. The night concluded with an Uber ride that was 1.6x the normal fare because of the increased demand, as all the drunks migrated home, some with… Read More Little Deaths, Masks, and the Existential Joke (Halloween Party)
We met at a pizzeria called En Guay Si. The pizza was not as good as N Y C pizza. Very small and quaint, I hadn’t been there previously, a friend recommended it. I was struck by how she looked better in person than her pictures, maybe because she had barely any make up on… Read More Norwegian Narcissist
“The depressed person avoids the possibility of independence and more life precisely because there are what threaten him with destruction and death. He holds on to the people who have enslaved him in a network of crushing obligations, belittling interaction, precisely because these people are his shelter, his strength, his protection against the world. Like… Read More The Denial of Death
Since the beginning of what I label my awkward years, age 12, I have had this conception of the passing of time as a way to bury unpleasant memories and shame, or at least a desperate hope that the passing of time would make the memories fade. I always held out hope for a new blank slate… Read More Fear and loathing on Long Island
“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
I changed my preference to Organ donor on my driver’s license two years ago. There’s nothing charitable about this, because I will be a bag of meat of the kind I buy at the butcher when they take my organs. It should be expected that everyone agree to donate their organs after death, in order… Read More Death and Dating apps
“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
Spanish girls and guys are warm and gracious in a way I was initially shocked by. I am not accustomed to such hospitality and genuine concern for my well being. My friend Maria, over the three months I have known her, has offered to call the Spanish doctor for me, and has written a full page ad… Read More Serial Intercambio-ing (1 on 1 Language Exchanging) and Tinder in Madrid
The Sober Hombre 