This morning I dropped off Natalie at her improv class with Alec at Walden Theatre. Oddly, it wasn’t the first time I’d been back to Walden since high school, but it still held that feeling of nostalgia. Doubly strange was the fact that although Natalie’s not my kid, in a way she still represents the […]
Read more...Month: September 2009
paisano means friend
In my excitement to go over the next bit of my life’s adventure, I neglected to write about a sizable portion of what I’ve been up to these past few weeks. My last day at UofL was August 28th. Everything before that is largely irrelevant. I left with zero fanfare. As much as I might […]
Read more...why it says DUFFER on my sweatshirt
I’m going to arrive at AmeriCorps PSO training a fucking walking biohazard. In Louisville, I biffed it hard in the parking lot outside the airport terminal and scraped a few layers of dermis onto the curb. I hobbled in, blood staining a little circle through my pants on my left knee, right next to the […]
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