As Covid-19 continues to decimate the US economy and its most populous cities and states, San Diego loses yet another popular small business: Bar Pink in North Park. Although it will be reopened in the future, the name, aesthetic, and soul of the bar will be lost to history and remain only in memory and … Continue reading A Not-so Ode to Bar Pink
Locked behind glass doors and a number pad, secure on the fourth floor, awaiting your bottle service. I didn't bother to check what you ordered because what's the point? I have a pauper's palate for grandpa's lager, a Cutty & soda for those long nights out. They say wine is for those with taste, so … Continue reading Bottle Service
During 7th grade, my day always started with English class. At the time, I didn't know how formative it would be to me over time. I met a lot of people in that class, including one of my oldest friends, Brian. We bullshitted about Final Fantasy III (or VI if you want to be a … Continue reading Mr. Myette and 7th Grade English
I cracked an egg in my hand and watched the yolk seep through my fingers, sticky like blood from the heart pulled from my chest and gifted to a calculating palm. I scrambled to clean the mess, but the pieces lie in disarray. I begged for the Warmth while we danced unaware, bodies slick with … Continue reading Egg
Fall colors are strange when you're used to sweating during Halloween. Perhaps it's time to trade in my hoodie for a warm coat.