When I was a paid journalist, I used to buy other journalists' books. Hone your craft kinds of lofty ideals and all. Journalism doesn't love me. Never did. I'm not in love anymore. See ya Lewis. To the scrap heap... Continue Reading →
A pair of CD-RWs, circa 2005. That was a strange year. So full of both the feeling of it all coming together and loneliness. I spent a lot of time alone. I went to Vegas. I almost went to New... Continue Reading →
It used to be that throwing away a CD, no matter how shitty, was a sin. I've only had this sampler one for two years. Still, I've never opened it. Probably never will. I used to think about these kinds... Continue Reading →
I bought this book for one reason... To impress a girl. I ended up dating her for almost 6 years. She broke my heart, and I dwelled, drank, and dwaddled my years away. I have held on to it b/c... Continue Reading →
I know I bought this bottle of Jones Soda, with a black dog on it, with an ex-girlfriend. Sitting here looking at it, I don't remember which one. Definitely one of two, but not sure. Which puts its value at... Continue Reading →
Another catch-up day. As always, I've kept the path, but time still my enemy... Here are some Sambas. I used to only wear Sambas. I owned other shoes. Tried to wear them, but other than some Grandpa shoes I got... Continue Reading →
Waaaay too big. Bought as part of Andy Kaufman Halloween costume.
It's not that I'm running out of things to trash. Or that I'm weary of it. Time is my enemy still. And today, as I embark on a health kick for me, Izzy, and Alisa, I gave up soda... But... Continue Reading →
The things you keep... Here is a very weathered magnet. It celebrates Big Boss "Harvest Time" pumpkin beer. Love the beer, used to be an annual trip with an old friend to get the first pint of the year. Now,... Continue Reading →
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