I don’t think I’ll ever forget her bewildered expression as they drove her away.

Looking for the few right words that will fix everything.
Maybe next time.

You’ve found the perfect pair of glasses,
but you still feel like an asshole.

Apparently it’s The Summer of Josh Brolin. If one is to fully engage in contemporary life, one needs to grapple with the notion of Josh Brolin-ness.

Something else you said… it left a bad feeling. I’m trying to remember what it was. I meant to get back to it—on account of not wanting my emotions to send destructive signals to my body. Like right now, I’m… rather than letting go, I’m nursing my resentment, which if I’m not careful—
Cancer.
Bingo. Or ignoring it—
Auto-immune.
Exactly. Which leaves us…
Heart attack—of course.

When does “verge of collapse” become actual collapse?

Graphic design: a study of margins.

Premium vodka, biggest scam ever

He’d switched to decaffeinated coffee and non-alcoholic beer, but in such prodigious quantities that it was the same as before.

The standing O triggered another harrowing bout of imposter’s syndrome.