Frank sat in his favorite armchair, smoking his forty-third Marlboro Red of the day and coughing violently. Though he hadn’t checked his temperature since snapping apart his sole thermometer after snorting a particularly...
Hemingway once wrote that happiness in intelligent people was the rarest thing he knew. Late on the evening of July 4th I sat in my apartment and considered that assertion while drinking a beer...
Yesterday afternoon I reluctantly entered a trendy coffee shop in search of a protein source following a particularly savage and debilitating workout. While standing in line I overheard the enthusiastic exchange between two teenagers...
Recently I took several nocturnal journeys into the gritty underbelly of downtown Boston, where I distributed fliers for this website until dawn. On those occasions I had a multitude of surreal encounters with eclectic...
Last Thursday afternoon I took a much-needed break from writing to do five hundred push-ups in the nude while drinking a nootropic-enhanced protein shake, listening to NPR, and feeling especially disgusted with the state...
Before hurling myself into the pits of literary hooliganism, I thought it might be helpful to establish what, exactly, my intentions are here. Much of my adult life has been fraught with ill-advised, perilous,...
