Someone once called me the voice of my generation. I never got his name, and he was wearing the same hoodie as me but the words were spelled backwards. I’d say he was Arabic if he hadn’t been blonde.
I struggle with addiction (drugs, alcohol, sex, fill in the blank), reckless spending, fear of being institutionalized, and how my friend Melanie graduated from a top tier university without learning how to use a can opener.
My writing is an outlet – sometimes it’s sad, sometimes it’s funny, sometimes I reveal things I later regret, but I can promise it will always be entertaining.
I never thought I’d live to see 28, but here I am, and with an Amex I haven’t maxed out yet. Life is ridiculous…enjoy laughing at mine.
I do freelance articles for select periodicals, use the contact page to express interest.