All This Nonsense Pales, So Why Get All Worked Up?

Man, there are times I want simultaneously to punch myself in the face, bash my head against the steering wheel, and ram into every BMW-driving douchepig until we both explode in a fury of nihilistic redemption. 

When Your Life Is Out Of Whack

Sometimes, for stretches, I am just out of whack. I misplace things, stub my toe, hit my head on drawers and desk corners. My output is poor. And so I examine what I’m doing.

We Need Druggies

When Philip Seymour Hoffman OD’d, one of the comments I heard the most was, I don’t get it! How could that happen? He had kids! But, to me, that’s just silly.