rearranging some detroit style pizza into ATP later if anyone is free and wants to chill

the thing about the JFK AirTrain is that the new tap to pay gate situation removed any actual physical barrier to me and the boys doing a crusade worth exactly $8.50 each

hate when i'm on the train and they announce "bro in blundstones and pants a little too short must be joking" and i have to look at three other men to make sure they're not talking about me

it's windy and cold and that means it's time to text every ex i've ever had on very thin pretenses

i can see the dust on the horizon. the ashes of our world. the wheel of time will crush us to atoms as it rolls. and then a few months later my roommate will finally actually do the dishes in the sink.

poetry is when i read something and i'm like "damn, for real?"

everything else is non-fiction

just got mugged for $8.25 at the JFK AirTrain turnstile

apple, let me tip the homies when they go off in the group chat! free me from these shackles

missing backyard beers with the boys

listening to the world series on the radio probably went crazzzzzy in like 1939.

but how am i supposed to appreciate baseball when my phone constantly informs me about the ceaseless horrors in this world.

trying to find joy feels so pointless sometimes.

go rangers!

learning to love like Jonathan Richman loves Massachusetts

getting yourself to a place of perfectly curated mailing list subscriptions isn't easy but it's worth it

in napoli where love is king.
when i meet Ty
a hoosier guy

jfk airtrain turnstiles feels like getting beat up for my allowance every single time.

we ate that apple and now i have to pay 8.25 sometimes.