There is such a drawback to not having an ego. When I was younger and much more svelte, I could have easily worn all those midriff-showing fashions young girls are wearing today and have looked as though the clothes were made for me. Yes, I had the abs for it at the time, the muscular line down the middle, naturally developed after countless jumps and stunts, and it would have been the perfect look. But damn it, I just didn’t…
In life, when people get close to death, they embark on some kind of journey to remake themselves. People on their deathbed rediscover religion. People in their mid-life crisis discover Porsches, bungee jumping, and young buxom blondes. Well… with the countdown to my move, I’m all about exploring the sleepy town I’m leaving. For the past few weeks, dinner has been at a restaurant—more often than not, someplace I’ve never tried before. It sounds perfectly normal, but what a strange,…
I miss having a piano around. I haven’t touched a keyboard in years. My first piano was an old thing, bought used—quite likely twice or three times over. It was a mahogany-hued upright piano with a godawful amber-colored plastic covering that looked like cheap decorative glass. I remember pieces of that plastic monstrosity falling off as we drove home with the piano riding in a U-Haul trailer behind us. There I was, nine years old, looking out the back window…