My heart has been stolen twice.
I did it. I heaped everything I owned into a uhaul, drove for five sweltering days, and drove across the country to Portland.
Continue reading “… I Look So Fine, and I Feel so Low.”
This all boils down to a long-lost mixtape given to me in roughly 1996.
Forgive the Marcel Proust act here, I am literally all over the place.
Everyone I know eventually hears this joke. I now offer it to you. Punch line is delivered by video. Suffice it to say there are spoilers below the cut.
A novel fragment. Remember the family is Southern. Imagine that sis talks like Ms. Munson. Opinion: Aside from TBL and Fargo, The Ladykillers is the Cohen Brother’s masterpiece. The song referenced is a pretty sweet tune, too.
Other family tidbit: I call
ed my sister “Smelly Michelle-y”
(and, yeah, I did yell “Ce Cosa Fa!” Per che Veloce!?!?” as this place’s owner, my neighbor five houses away, nearly hit me on his Vespa)
It’s a Tom Waits pun. And, obviously, I need to clean my apartment.
The following story is both truth and fiction.
It’s truth in that the chess game annotated beyond the cut represents a huge, heartbreaking moment in my life, the point when I stopped loving something I loved. A thing that I would now like back.
It’s fiction in that… it’s going to be, like more and more of these posts, a novel chapter. In the story, J’s little brother Todd, with the frosty hair and a cooking show called “Foods for Dudes,” actually finds Nd5. I have this pegged as about the fifth of fifty-ish “epistles.”
Strange Jeff Fact: I call a military cadence to myself as I run.
Stranger Jeff Fact: I misunderstood it until a few days ago.
I tripped over my feet when jogging last Thursday, shattering my phone screen and spraining my wrist in the process. But something happened the next afternoon to make my plight more endurable.