When the Kentucky Derby horses stormed out of the gates, I threw my neck back to see the whole television screen from under my blue floppy hat. I hadn’t bet real money, I’m not even sure I correctly entered my bid in the play money pool, but I was nervous.
Dark Magic
I killed Prince. I also killed Michael Jackson, Amy Winehouse, and Robin Williams. I do not plead the Fifth. My guilty tell-tale heart confesses.
Live, Give
I once needed a liver. My name was never on any official organ transplant waitlist, but I spent years plead-praying for one the way non-spiritual desperate people do when their lives depend on something fully out of their hands. I wasn’t on any official waitlist because the liver was not meant for my body. It should have been surgically placed
Rolling with the Punches
In my mind, I am an undefeated 165-pound professional boxer.
Going with the Flo
I love Florence + the Machine. I have no idea if that’s true of everybody or nobody. I don’t even know if an “&” can properly substitute the “+” in the band’s name. I approach pop culture the way I approach math, science, and life in general: I don’t get it and I don’t want to get it.