July 18, 2026 – 3:14 a.m. Can’t sleep much tonight… Even my cat started staring at me from the window, like… “Bro… go to bed.” So I’ll keep this one brief. Growing up, my grandma and I shared a little tradition. We’d watch Rocky together. More specifically… Rocky IV. So, if I could have dinner… Continue reading

July 15, 2026 – 10:33 a.m. Drinking my coffee. Let’s keep this one simple. There are so many fictional characters I’d love to have dinner with. But today… I’ll only choose one. John Keating. The unorthodox poetry professor from Dead Poets Society. He captured me as a young boy. He made me think. What if… Continue reading