The Inspiration of Mikey
When I was six and in first grade I used to walk myself home two miles alone, grab the key under the fifth brick from the back row of the orange box that sat on my Inglewood apartment porch, left myself in the house, lock the door behind me and turned on the babysitter known […]
Cutting Corners, and Lackthereof
Everything starts with denial. “I don’t need my glasses.” “I’m not gaining weight.” “I’m not slowing down.” “I’m not out of shape.” But I was. All of it! The 1920s penny scale in the entry way and the notches on my belt didn’t lie. Those bastards have crystal balls. So about a year ago, I […]
