In the Shadow of Watts Towers, Part 1

I. Teaching isn’t easy. Certainly not in Los Angeles. I might as well say it at the start: I hate it. It’s hard to be among the young. The first day…


My Love and Peace Letter to Greyhound, Part 3

Bus 1300, ???? Finally, Salt Lake City! Moron...I mean Mormon capital of the world! I had a three hour hangover...I mean layover here. My whiskey…


My Love and Peace Letter to Greyhound, Part 2

Bus 1304, 10:30 PM, January 4, 2011---4:05 PM, January 5, 2011 I woke up in Portland on the front bus seat, missing my four front teeth. I suppose at…


My Love and Peace Letter to Greyhound, Part 1

Bus 6513, 8:30 PM, January 4, 2011 I was about to embark on a move from Olympia, Washington to Cleveland, Ohio. This situation sounded sticky, but it…


The Nowhereman Report

I am overcome by a sense of impending doom at all times. I wake up and am immediately set upon by the realization that our nation is dying, and not…


Miseria’s Fruit

I want to give depression its due, especially in our suicidal age. First, I’d like to share an anecdote from my own life when I struggled much with…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: The End

Yesterday was the last day of an amphetamine bender. I slept for like two hours and then took a bunch more. Spent a lot of the day in airports…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Nostalgia, Regret, Libido

Right after I finish writing this, I am going to call you---fuck texting. You will pick up and I will tell you how badly I want to fuck you. You will…


Psych Ward

"Are you having thoughts of harming yourself?" "No." “Are you in trouble with the law?" “No.” “Are you addicted to drugs or alcohol?" “No.” The nurse…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: I Remember When You Cheated on Your Boyfriend with Me

I remember when you cheated on your boyfriend with me. One time at work, we rode the elevator together so you could meet him in the lobby and made…