A Young Man Considers Parenting

When a child is reading a book or watching a baseball game, I become inconsolable.  I want to cry, and were my SRTIs to allow me to cry, I would–happy, joyful, hopeful tears.  These two things, both imperative to my own sanity and understanding of the world, I fear are drifting further and further from…

I am in my mid twenties

What’s important is that I am here, sitting, feeling exhausted from a week of sickness, one beer unopened below me to my right, the first and last beer of the night if I decide to open it. I have the strange aftertaste of Reese’s Pieces in my mouth. Leonard Cohen is floating below all of this….

In the Backseat

“I’ve been learning to drive my whole life” –Arcade Fire, In the Backseat Riding a bus from Boston over to New Hampshire, I was scribbling something in a notebook, worried about a disease I did not have, looking out the window and watching the hillier country pass.  I was on my way to start rehearsing for…

On Pooping

     I poop a lot. I’ve already pooped twice today and I need to poop again. In certain circles of people who have known me for quite some time, this is one of my defining characteristics.  My friend Lori calls her bathroom, “Kevin’s room”.  When I didn’t work at home, I became intimately familiar…