The Cure For This Evening

Brain: Download The Cure. Me: Cool. Which songs? Brain: All of them. Me: Fair enough. The girl with pink hair at table 7 keeps looking at me, I think…..oh well. My lager, my laptop and my girlfriend are on my mind like a Great Wall she’d have to carve through if she really wants to…

Bob’s Diner, Manayunk PA (Cream Chipped Diary)

It was a slow morning in Manayunk. I woke up on the pull-out bed of my friends apartment to the sound of fresh rain and a busy street through the open window. The kind of sounds that put my brain at ease, and help me through this quasi-hangover which, truth be told, I thought was…

Cream Chipped Diary

One of my all time favorite things about living where I live is the plethora of diners. I love diner food and all its different styles and qualities, diner staff, diner design, all of it. I’ve been to many in my life but one thing still holds true: You can tell a diner by its…

Inner-City Zen

When you cross the street in the city, it’s a dance. But it’s a special dance. It’s aggressive, calculated, graceful, zen. You are one with the pavement, dedicated with each step, mindful of every surrounding thing. And when someone comes at you, if someone challenges your step? Fuck em. This is your fucking city and…

Out of the Frying Pan…

It’s been a long-ass time since I’ve been able to write anything moderately coherent. The past couple of months have been a whimsical adventure through stormy seas of depression, to warm blankets of serotonin, and back again. Bouts of fear, joy, and everything in between. But through all of that, barely a written word. I…

Hikes & Haiku’s

It’s been a weird blur of so many things from the time I got back to work till now. Time seems to pass so quickly these days it’s hard to keep track. I remember events, but forget what day they happened. Sometimes I just straight up forget what day it is, which happened before but…

…and so on.

My last post on this site was back in April, reminiscing about the life of my Grandmother. Since then I’ve been working a ton, doing podcasts and the like. Got back to “work work” a few weeks ago and it’s been a strange time warp from then to now. All in all, as I reflect…

The Last Christmas Card

“Hello Ben + Carissa, May you have the most wonderful Christmas ever, watching a young lady dancing all around and ripping open her packages. She’s a sweetheart. I care about the two of you more than words can say, and the darling little girl you created. Love Grandmom” Mary Kline: April 19, 1923 – February…

Cold, But Only Just

The chill breeze is light but I’m in shorts, so I don’t miss it. I like the cold today, not love, but 24/7/365 I’d rather be freezing my ass off than sweating my balls off.