His Laugh Is Made If Porch Swings

I'm Grateful For A Lot Of Things. One Is Not Being A Drunk Wreck. Or Losing All Four Limbs In Some Ridiculous East Village Bus Accident That I Was So Destined For.

...handsome People Are Always Interesting To Watch. But A Handsome Person In Crisis Is Riveting.

I Was Like A Packet Of Powdered Sea Monkeys And They Were Like Water.

He Continues To Smile Expectantly. I Take A Step Back. I Don't Want To Catch Whatever He Has. He Is A Disturbing Out-of-uniform Santa.

And I Tend To Listen To Npr When I'm Not Writing.