My Original Best Buddy
"Time went by and he got sicker. He stayed in the bed a lot more at that point. I remember…
"Time went by and he got sicker. He stayed in the bed a lot more at that point. I remember…
One afternoon I was propped up at a bar sipping on a beer while over the music system came the…
He was no longer the six-foot two-inch stud in high school with the jet-black hair that he combed to imitate…
5:40. I get up. One of my housemates is already hogging the only bathroom. Cheap cigarette smoke blankets the air.…
I don’t like to call myself a Road Rager. I would rather the open road. I prefer the white, fluffy…
The television set was black. The remote rested in the teacher’s hand. The project was simple. The students went to…
It was Saturday night and it was, literally, the best thing going on in the beat-up, dusty, old town. The…
The sunlight tapped gently on the glass window. A soft breeze slipped through underneath. Clouds decorated sky, a portrait of…
Hollywood is my Emerald City. Beyond its golden gates lies beauty, imagination, and inspiration. The yellow brick road lies at…
Harry Frankfurt, an American philosopher who has taught at Princeton Yale and Rockefeller Universities, explores in his lectures the idea…