For lunch today, I bought five Buffalo chicken fingers (with a cup of blue cheese) from a supermarket. You are supposed to heat the chicken fingers up in a microwave but I ate them cold in my car in the parking lot while listening to Rich Eisen talk about the Miami Dolphins on the radio.…

There are worse ways to spend an evening than talking on the phone with a friend for two hours. I consider myself a private person who can get by without much human interaction. In fact, too much human interaction makes me run for the hills. And then there are long, winding conversations filled with laughter…

I think I might have trusts issues. I don’t know if thermostats are always telling the truth. They say they are keeping the temperature at sixty-nine degrees while it feels like four degrees outside, and I commend them for the effort because that doesn’t sound easy, but why am I wearing sweatpants, a hoodie, and…

Hands cracked. Shins cracked. Forearms cracked. Its Friday night and the cars drive by. Look out at the road, the road is cracked. Salt and snow getting into every pore, like the sweat in Wichita at Jack White’s ranch. The way the Earth tilts and the sun shines differently, Its a mystery. Lake effect snow…