I woke up at 3 in the morning in my chair. Feet on the futon. Neck messed up. I had passed out mid-drawing. Didn’t even plan it. Just… gone. Then I dragged myself to bed with no blankets and knocked out again. I’m still tired. So thinking about 10 years from now? It’s weird. I… Continue reading

It’s 7:41 in the morning. I’ve been up since 6:15. That’s my routine. I’m sitting here sipping my coffee… and the world is quiet. That’s the first one. 1. Coffee in silence Hot brewed coffee early in the morning… no noise, no calls, no pressure. Just me. That moment feels like I get my mind… Continue reading

I went to a Catholic all-boys high school. Built on top of a cemetery. Right next to Dodger Stadium. So yeah… right off the bat, that felt like a setup. But what I really learned there had nothing to do with ghosts. It was me. I was afraid. Afraid of school dances. Afraid of public… Continue reading

“You see this cat? I love it more than I love you. Goodbye.” That’s what she told me when she left. For someone else. A man with a wife and kids. At that time, I was already in debt. Student loans. Credit cards. Trying to fix my life by going back to school after failing… Continue reading

This year I went to watch Project Hail Mary with Ryan Gosling. At first it felt long. Then it didn’t. Then it got sentimental. Then it made me think. That stayed with me. This morning, I’m drinking my coffee, watching a podcast, and that question comes up— What’s the most fun way to exercise? And I started… Continue reading

I used to hate reading. 7th grade. 8th grade. Still hated it in high school. And now? Now I don’t even have time to read— but I’m trying to make time for it. Funny how that works. But back then, there was one book. I heard it was Stephen King’s favorite. I didn’t read Stephen… Continue reading

I’m sitting here drinking my coffee. Blue chair. Laptop in front of me. My blue futon next to me—with a ripped shirt thrown over it because my orange furball likes to claim it as his spot. Morning light coming in. Just sitting here. Thinking. I don’t read much. But if I had to pick— I’d… Continue reading

It’s 4:45 p.m. I just finished eating. Leg and thigh, some beans, a side salad. Water bottle next to me. The wind is hitting my face, so I close my eyes for a second. Somewhere off to my left, I hear a police siren. For a moment… everything slows down. And I realize—this is kind… Continue reading

It’s 8:32 in the morning. I’m sitting in front of my laptop. My cat’s in the window. Sunlight coming in. The coffee grinder going in the background. A little bit of air slipping in from outside. I’m trying to write this fast. Because I already have to go. The van needs a brake check. Maybe… Continue reading