Category Archives: chicago
True Story, pt. 71
11-May-08something i can’t define
05-May-08you know me, or you think you do
you just don’t seem to see
i’ve been waiting all this time to be
something i can’t define
so let’s cause a scene
clap our hands and stomp our feet
or something, yeah something
i just gotta get myself over me
True Story, pt. 49
25-Apr-08“Oh, this is random,” she says, using her favorite introductory phrase. “I really want to make cookies tonight.”
Uh, sure, I say, secretly relieved. I’ve learned that “This is random” could mean any number of things, from a mundane question about the dirt in my car to the preface to an hours-long conversation that emotionally unhinges [...]
losing my edge
12-Apr-08when i think about how much changed in the last three years
all the growing, the settling, the softening, the inescapable pull of creeping maturity
to where even the most resistant among us have had our sharp, unruly edges rounded
the merits of what we’ve gained cannot be questioned or discounted
but it’s hard not to feel a little [...]
