“Is she really going out with him” is another way of saying, “Why not me?” The age old question of awkward teenage boy throughout history, myself included. Picture for a moment me at 16 years old sitting at the top of the amphitheatre of my high school. My friend Chad and I are looking at one of the most devastatingly attractive girls at our school holding hands with a neanderthal. What was it? Why was she with him?
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You have borne witness to an American tragedy.
You have witnessed the American electorate nominate a xenophobic buffoon into the highest office of the land. This high office has been made low. The American presidency is now a joke and it's not even a funny one. The joke is classless, in poor taste and the more you look at it, the sicker you become.
A soothing voice enters my ears via my bluetooth headset connected to my phone.
"GRADUALLY BECOME AWARE OF THE PROCESS OF BREATHING. NOTICE WHERE YOU FEEL THE BREATHE MOST DISTINCTLY."
Okay, I feel it in the center of my nose and in my torso. Back feels a little sore. Maybe it's because I hit the pull-ups too hard this week. Maybe I should skip it today?
Spring has sprung, summer is coming and it's an election season! Time for evening walks, cookouts and social media Hitler comparisons. Yesterday was primary voting and the results are confirming that this election cycle is a unique one. Both parties are divided and it looks like the choices are a vacation to Detroit or a vacation to Somalia (depending of course on which side of the political spectrum you stand).
Through all of this, I am reminded of one man, Warren G.