It is until I surrounded myself with toxic people again, that I felt a sense of independence. Lately the fear… Read more Night at Amos’

It is until I surrounded myself with toxic people again, that I felt a sense of independence. Lately the fear… Read more Night at Amos’
This writing is a tricky one, because Yanny doesn’t read. And yet I must not exhaust this subject by writing… Read more Here’s to Yanny.
Each’s nature. By understanding it we enjoy things before they be past their best. I sip til I reach the… Read more A gentle beginning.
Once mingled, free-floating piano tunes and sun-harshened highway could be a match. The Light Rail took its time on the… Read more Unapologetic summerness.
“Figured the answer out in my dreams.” I never understood that. Dreams are for wonderment, not interpreting with common logics.… Read more Boys They Play Politics
Administrative processes. I started my first job at an office. Unlike my previous experience at warehouses, my work field focuses… Read more Adulting.
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This train of events began with chicken ramen takeaway. I wish they end with it, but apparently, it would not.… Read more Love, Kevin. Trigger warning: suicide.
I eat leisurely at this suburb open air restaurant, flipping through pages of the Godfather fiction while scooping rice with… Read more Godfather and Teochew