

Two Things
Hear me out: peanut butter and jelly. A classic sandwich, if you ask me. I know you didn’t ask, but just in case. You’re the peanut butter and I’m the jelly. Compatibility smushed between two slices of bread — excitement! Okay, calm down, sir. This isn’t poetry. It’s just a sandwich. A bread-based container filled with two tasty, nostalgia-inspired, home-sick-and-mom-cuts-off-the-crusts kinds of spreads. A roof-sticking gob of good that makes your 31-year-old self feel se
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Here's What I Know
I have no idea. I haven't a singular clue. Zero inklings. I don't know what I know. About life, that is. This big, unexplainable,...
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Yes, And: Life's Biggest Improvisation is Life Itself
I've been doing lots of thinking lately - shocker. It feels like my brain never takes a moment to breathe and say, "Hey, dude! Chill for...
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