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Sad Millennial Dating: Personality Chameleon Pt. 2

When I was a child, I did not like myself much. And while sad, I don't think this was a wildly unreasonable stance for pre-pubescent Tom to take. An almost irrational love of saturated fats and Skittles had transformed a once promising Irish Catholic athlete of middling height, talent, and ambition into a meaty little … Continue reading Sad Millennial Dating: Personality Chameleon Pt. 2

A Day in the Life: A Poem from a San Antonio Airport

A week to rebuild pillars Marble reveries and mortar tears Create a new foundation Still flimsy From fracturing Yet stronger From being tempered In the heat Of overpriced Tex-Mex And the warm sting Of bourbon Soon to be quenched In the cold embrace Of home

Fears & Existential Crises: Meaning

Hello. And greetings from a sketchy Air BNB in what can only loosely be described as the criminal underbelly of the San Antonio suburbs. In my attempt to be spontaneous, I inadvertently signed up to live for a week in a rundown alley adjacent to a liquor store, a strip club, and a Chipotle. Or … Continue reading Fears & Existential Crises: Meaning

A Day in the Life: A Poem from a San Antonio Air BnB

The sign on the toilet says Not to flush the toilet paper But to throw it in the trash instead I flush it just the same In order there is anarchy Distress And the trash The cause of my anxiety Shall instead be a receptacle for my discontent For in order there is distress Anarchy … Continue reading A Day in the Life: A Poem from a San Antonio Air BnB

Sad Millennial Dating: Margaritas

As much as public school curriculum might have you believe otherwise, simply knowing a lot of facts does not make one intelligent. Having a working understanding of the French Revolution or a passing knowledge of cellular construction (#Mitochondria #ThePowerhouseOfTheCell), while impressive, is about as indicative of a high IQ as one's ability to run fast … Continue reading Sad Millennial Dating: Margaritas

A Day in the Life: Nocturnal Struggles

There are many things in this world that I'm not particularly great at. Cutting in a straight line, for example. I had a kindergarten teacher back in the day who took such umbrage at my inability to snip along a straight, perforated line that she attempted to hold me back for a year, such that … Continue reading A Day in the Life: Nocturnal Struggles