I cried from the front door of my parents' house in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, through most of Connecticut. I remember the first time I stopped for a bathroom break, getting back into the car and thinking, "Man, it smells like dog sh*t in this car." In fact, there was dog sh*t in the car, which … Continue reading Should I Stay or Should I Go?
I know I haven't posted in a while. I was busy sitting shiva for about 50% of my wardrobe. No, friends, it was not just the expired Gu, mountains of post-its courtesy of various pharmaceutical reps, and crusty old condiments that had to go in the move. I also had to take a hard look … Continue reading R.I.P. Clothing