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“What do these Meta sunglasses do?” The man is older and is giving old hippie energy- Teva sandals, loose tank top, huge burlap sack on his back that’s stuffed to the brim and probably contains every worldly possession he owns. Long wiry eyebrows, but a balding head. He looks like he eats a lot of…
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“Jenn, I figured out what I am going to use my commission check for,” Lucy tells me as she folds a men’s polo- carefully, smoothing the edges, following the creases until it is perfect, it looks like a perfectly frosted cake to me. I am distracted. Standing off center at the front of the store…
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The car is uncomfortable, I will admit. It’s small and falling apart. You have to drive with all the windows down in order to not perish in the stuffy heat- not like Dada’s car, which is an SUV, and more like sitting in a living room, making long car trips easy and almost enjoyable. A/C,…
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Oingo Boingo is playing on 101.1. I’m driving home from work and it’s either very late at night or very early in the morning. It is not a natural time to be driving home from work, but I like that. I like the empty streets, I feel like I’m cheating all the cogs in the…
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The Dark Night of the Soul is not something you choose; it chooses you. And if it does, it probably means that you are a soul that’s tapped into the universe around you. Not just anyone gets to experience the loss of all joy, the will to live, and a crippling depression so overwhelming that you cannot…
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My second day in Hawaii, my Swiss boss shot a rooster through the neck. The rooster somehow persevered and now runs around the bed and breakfast with a pink arrow pierced through his tiny neck, right underneath his head. A fragile elderly couple from Michigan stood on their balcony as the rooster ran past, the…
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It smells like kindergarten in the classroom. For some reason, Noah’s kindergarten classroom smells exactly like mine did. Is it because of crayons? Or do small children all smell the same? On the TV screen a slideshow of photos is playing. Pictures of smiling children holding hands, planting sunflowers, observing the cocoon of a caterpillar,…
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I was knee-deep in the Pacific Ocean. It was freezing. No one was in the water except surfers in full wetsuits. It was 75 degrees out, but it was still late November, essentially winter. Winter in SoCal, the only kind of winter I know. What is a coat? Pants? Why? In Japanese culture, people practice…
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“How much is she? I would buy her!” “She is priceless!” Lucy tells the man wearing a security uniform. He has large, dark, expressive eyes and olive colored skin and is smiling at me through the glass case I am in. I am in the window display of the store, standing next to a headless…
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One of my friends and I call each other Rick. It started when we met, which was when we were working in Property Management, supposedly managing Class A office buildings on a street in Glendale. But really, we were becoming bonded for life over being inducted into the corporate workforce for the first time, or…
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Everyone belongs to a team. Sometimes people do not think of it that way, but it is true. Your family, your romantic partner, your friends, your colleagues at work, all of it assembles a team, essentially. It is not only about you winning. You want the other people on your team to win as well.…
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My friend Quincy put his headphones on me last night on the bus and said “listen to this song. This song is you.” I listened. I cried. I wasn’t always this song. Everything is working out exactly like it’s supposed to Everything is working out exactly like it’s supposed to Yeah I wake up with…
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If you drive a lot, there will be instances where you find yourself too lost in thought, and while your physical body is operating heavy machinery in the waking life, your mind is in Istanbul, wondering what it was like growing up as a young boy in the 1800s. You are there, standing on the…
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