The Problem with Home

I love my hometown. So much. I like living here and I like my friends here, and overall it's a really f*cking great city. One problem, though: I simply do not feel artistically fulfilled here. This is what lies at the root of my homesickness -- loving home and always wanting to be there and … Continue reading The Problem with Home

Thoughts From a Laundromat

I exploded my washing machine. Well, not exploded. But I tried to wash a new comforter and apparently it was too much for my washing machine to handle. It overflowed -- I just like to say that it exploded because it makes the story more interesting. I mopped up and extracted the now extremely soaked, detergent-ridden … Continue reading Thoughts From a Laundromat