The sometimes traumatic and oftentimes familiar scent of Eau De Bullshit can come out of nowhere and blindside you with a haymaker, like a fragrant bully whose only goal is to steal the change you've made during the overtime shift of your life. Dinner dates at a mutually favorite restaurant, where you're served an appetizer … Continue reading La Tigre
Author: Matt
Still trying to find my place.
Pseudo Parenting
In a legal and literal sense, my oldest friend is still a father. Unfortunately, about four years ago he gave in to the mental peer pressure of his meth-addled demons and fell off the minivan, losing more than his fair share of teeth in the process. On the way to his new life of becoming … Continue reading Pseudo Parenting
Neon Nightlife
Strangers on the Strip exchange glances while they nightdream of Lady Luck and her fortuitous presence: A Ferrari lifestyle on a Ford budget, An escape from the rip currents of debt, Overnight love and a $50 wedding, DeSadian levels of lust. College kids pose for digital approval as the Strip continues to crack its whip, … Continue reading Neon Nightlife
Hi Tops
Sway across the dance floor, hi top Converse and a black dress, mic in your left hand, too beautiful for my own good. Thoughts collide in my head like criminals on the Autobahn. Make me forget all of the bullshit, the recent years of circular nothingness. Hold my hand and poke fun while I ramble … Continue reading Hi Tops
Pirate’s Booty
Heavy-headed, like an anchor plummetting into the depths of the Saturday Blues. You are the sunken treasure, the wreckage in the sand. I ignore the warnings like a Sunday prayer and dive deep, drowning in the obvious.
