When Bruster began to sink, I grabbed onto his 95 pound body with both of my hands, wrapping my arms tightly around his chest, and then I watched in horror as we — pulled by the evening tide — began washing further and further away from the city.Read More A Sad Dream, Some Happy News
At 5:20 PM yesterday, Charlie was lugging an amplifier up the external, metal staircase, and I was tagging along behind him with a guitar in my left hand and music binder in my right arm. After settling into the 2nd story event room at Avondale Brewery — connecting cables, tuning strings, and testing sound levels […]Read More Bidding on everything and singing for cute old people
“So,” the therapist consulted her notes, tapping her pen lightly on the edge of a page, “the person who knows and understands you best is YOU?”
“Yep,” I nodded. “Who the fuck else, you know?”Read More What’s Up, Doc: Jace Visits a Therapist
There’s no sense in asking it to leave, because it’s a one-way conversation, where I can hear everything it says but it registers nothing I say. Some days, we carry on together for miles… at other times, for mere minutes.Read More What makes me forget to eat
What’s the end goal in all of this? A happy retirement billions of years from now where, on a monotonous loop, you drag your aching, breaking bones from the bedroom to the kitchen each day and binge watch The Price is Right reruns on Gameshow Network?Read More Thoughts on Sickness and Travel
And what, exactly, does the coat rack do for me, emotionally-speaking? It welcomes me home each evening, and bids me goodbye each morning. I feel like such an outsider in this world, and sometimes, that Amazonian coat rack is friendlier and nicer to me than many of the humans I interact with.Read More What Comforts Me (Lately)
I remembered and imagined these things and worried that maybe, making memories with Grammy was over… I pre-mourned the dark possibility that I might not need to purchase these forbidden foods and beverages after all.Read More Puppy Paws, Broken Bones, Shrunken Clothes and Hurt Feelings
I visit and revisit the kitchen, dining, and living rooms, searching for him in all of his favorite spots, and they are all vacant, because he’s never coming back to them.Read More The Cruel and Untimely Demise of Bruster Yarbrough
During the weeks leading up to my vacation — a solo trip to Denver, Colorado, involving a plane, a train, lots of buses and my first ever Airbnb and Uber experiences — I was convinced that I was going to die while everyone around me felt sorry for me, traveling alone. *** 20 hours before the trip. […]Read More My Solo Adventure in Denver: Shhhhhh… I wasn’t here.
1/4: “Them or Me?” Monday night, I dreamt that I was inside of my parents’ old house, crammed into a room with at least 25 other people. The close confines were spiking everyone’s stress levels, and the air was laced with tension. Without looking outside or turning on the news, I understood that we were all […]Read More Blog Post #166: Goodbye, friends. Thanks for being here.