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Tales of youth, delinquency, joy.

Regarding Break-ups

Tell me: “I don’t like you anymore” — that’s what I want. And it’s what you should want too.  Whether it came on quickly or it built over time, once the feelings of “I need to break up with this person” entered her (or his— relax) mind, they were not going anywhere until they were addressed. More likely, they became a gremlin that was found peering back at her throughout the day, staring at her...

Travelling West

Our 787 hunts the setting sun towards the horizon behind the Pacific Ocean. Though we don’t look like hunters. Instead, evenly-spaced and hushed, we passengers look like we’re running from something. Masks pulled tightly behind the ears, the air that seeps in though the creases at our cheeks is recycled through “hospital grade filters,” we’re assured. 29A is a window...

Moment of Promise

If anyone else had been there, or if anyone had even come by, I wouldn’t have been the state I was in. It’s only through the hours of solitary studying, where the content is ungraspable and so is the purpose that the content would even exist in the first place or that the content would be taught in a class and decided to be put against students in a test or that that singular test would decide...

Suspension and Redemption

The well-mannered sophisticate you’ve come to know to be the author of these whimsical anecdotes actually shares the tarnished record of his subjects, as you may have suspected. All the aliases in the world can’t distance me from the shame and misconduct some of these blog posts contain. But today is an exception. This story is about me, guileless, with a proud message… if you can get to the end...

Kissing Rock and Other Neighbourhood Tales

I’ll be brief: when I was eight, girls in my class broke into my house while my family was on vacation. It’s difficult to precisely mark the origin of my ego, but a psychologist’s guess could place it as the prepubescent years when girls came knocking on my door calling my name. From grades one to four, my house was the frequent victim of nicky-nicky-nine-doors and Rapunzel-esque calls to my...

A Dance in the Dark

This is a story of one of my many entrepreneurial efforts, a story of optimism, nostalgia. This is the story of how I planned, paid for, and hosted a blacklight dance in my home town the summer after my second year of university. October 2012: Near my house there is an event hall owned by the Knights of Columbus organization, a Catholic fraternal group. I had driven by the building all my life...

Never Kiss on a Cold Day

In tenth grade, I had a lunchtime booty call, of sorts. It didn’t end well. This is the story of messy pubescent energy. One of my many escapades that wasn’t like the movies. First, you need to know, I had history with the girl. We’ll call her Jewel. She went to a different elementary school but I met her through a classmate of mine. In seventh grade, our dance started exactly...

Problem With Authority

I knew the officer was going to pin me with a ticket for not having lights on my bike, and that is why I found myself fleeing from his patrol SUV across campus. I had been studying late in the engineering building and the university was now dark and quiet. I got on my bike at 11:30pm, followed the smaller paths behind some campus buildings, and made my way out to the main street on the west side...

Cope With What?

Remember assemblies? Assemblies were fine in elementary school but I mainly thought of them as a bore. In high school I liked them because they meant getting out of class. As I’m thinking back, it seems like we had a fair amount of assemblies from grades nine to twelve. I don’t know what they were all about. I recall one about investing, one with local political candidates, and of course the...

Symptoms of a Dragon’s Bite

I make a point of excluding stories on this blog that only exist because the subjects of the story were drunk. Although I love telling a handful of famous drunken stories face-to-face, I don’t write them here for a few reasons. First, everyone does ridiculous things when they are drunk; the anecdotes collected here are about the characters and their choices, not the ethanol in their bloodstreams...

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