The Velvet, it rips in the City

We tripped on the urge to feel alive
Now I’m struggling to survive

I recently discovered that my peers and I who lived through the 90’s can more or less sing the lyrics to Three Eye Blind’s Semi-charmed Life from memory, without having listened to the song for years. It came on the car radio one night. My friends I began singing to it, while my Millennial brother watched us with rising apprehension.

Your generation is broken, he said when the song was over.

Whatever, what does he know. Damn kids. Get off my lawn.



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Some Shots

Went back to this blog to find some half-written pieces. Might sit on those for a while, concentrate on actual writing, producing some stuff. Book launch coming up maybe this month? Or next?

Deadlines! All lined up in front of me. From filing my taxes to submitting to this publication, and this director who commissioned me for a play springing the news that he’d submitted my first draft for a grant (which means I gotta make haste finishing up that second draft), a collaborative film treatment for a short film in the works, not to mention the near-weekly script deadlines for work.

It’s all good.

Meanwhile, some shots sitting in my camera from my travails in the city.


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