Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Super Mario

Semaj comes over to my apartment every other Thursday evening, and we play video games. Two men in their mid to early forties doing the same thing as 14-year-olds.

Cover Letter of Quiet Desperation

To Whom It Possibly Perchance May Concern: I hate writing cover letters—not the writing part, the unspoken part, the oynx elephant in the room part, the part that we don’t talk directly about like my unfulfilling relationship that slowly killed me because we got together way too young and we were staying together for the… Continue reading Cover Letter of Quiet Desperation