Why I hate American Colonialism and a Pillow

Here is one of the most depressing truths about China: the beds are as hard as Donald Trump’s resolve to continue making a fool of both himself and the United States of America. Seriously, it’s almost like I’ve embarked on a year long camping trip and forgot to bring my sleeping pad. That might even […]

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I think. I hope. And a dream.

The familiar sound of cars driving down Poplar Street were an immense source of confusion when I woke up this morning. I’ve woken up to that sound for the last eight months or so, and yet I still looked up to see the still more familiar silohuette of the rhodendron-like tree that stands outside my […]

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The first day of falling

Today is the first day of “fall” and to celebrate I’ve done nothing but lay in my bed and pretend I’m getting stuff done on my phone while netflix-ing. It’s Alejandra’s birthday, and I posted a picture of us from the beginning of summer. Last time the season was changing I was in Soria playing soccer […]

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I think that it was in a dream sometime lately that someone said to me–no wow. It wasn’t in a dream, it was real, people are too kind–they told me that my writing sounded like me talking. That was the first thing I loved about this book. It sounded like the inside of the character’s […]

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The one-way mirror

Last night my boss gave me a tirade about why Hillary is so awful that it might actually be better for Donald to be elected so that “people will take to the streets,” “we can change our political system.” … Three nights ago, a 70ish year old man gave me an unrequested, slobbery kiss on […]

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The Spiky Stuff

Everyone’s their own unique brand of crazy, with that I’m intimately familiar, but I discovered last night that I expect normality out of the people around me. … I didn’t want to take the table in the first place. What I had presumed to be my last table of the night was doing the I’m-too-full-to-eat-anything-more-but-this-is-too-damn-delicious slow […]

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