Many of you know about my friend Steve, who died of a heroin overdose when we were 27 years old in 2013. It was, to say the least, a very painful experience for me, during a very turbulent year and half of my life.
I recently got an email from our mutual friend inviting me to a bench dedication they're doing for Steve at a park that was, coincidentally, built near the site where their former dorms were.
I mean, I'm going. No doubt about it. I just don't know how I feel about more cryin
Wow, it's been a long time. I am six months into being 37 years old now- can you believe it? I loved my early 30's, the mid-30's were consumed by the Covid Pandemic, and so far my late 30's have been an interesting ride.
Actually, it's been a long and difficult year for me. For pretty much all of my 30's I've been in a holding pattern- living with my mom at her house, helping her with bills, and working in a movie theater. Even the Covid pandemic didn't really change that much for me, save
I had so many goddamned unpaid internships. Deleted some of them; mostly deleted the short-term holiday gigs I had at retail stores in the early 2010's. Ah, the life of a Millennial. (I still get PSTD flashbacks to Justin Bieber's "Mistletoe" as someone who worked as a Victoria Secret's stock boy during Christmas 2012.)
For context, I'm a 39-year old who had the whole "let me get an arts degree in a subject I LOVE" deal and ran smack head first into the Great Recession of the 2010's. I thin
