Another year, another Christmas without my dad. Next year, it will officially be a decade since he died. Ten Christmases. Back in 1995, when I was ten, I believe dad still lived in Montana. I can't even remember what I received for Christmas that year. Actually, wait. Now that I think of it, I believe … Continue reading Life Stories: Dad’s Weird Christmas Gifts
Author: Matt
Still trying to find my place.
Sorry, I can’t Help You
Robbed of laughter from a pounding thief, whose only prize is to see me doubled over with my palms pressed against my eyes. Anything to help alleviate the pain. Still having a voice yet feeling voiceless. Each increasing octave is like an assault against the brain: crack, thud, bang! No more bar room stages, 15 … Continue reading Sorry, I can’t Help You
Botched Wednesday Evening
The scent of your lotion clung to my arm as I took the long way home, making me think of when you playfully pressed yourself against me in a flirtatious manner. I sat there in shy silence and smiled, thinking about what to say or if I should put my arm around you in hopes … Continue reading Botched Wednesday Evening
Life Stories: The Shake
From 1997-1999, my time in middle school was a medicated hellride full of fuck-yous and defiance as I tried my best to become the Stone Cold Steve Austin of Greenfield. I fought authority Monday through Friday with the prescribed tag team of Paxil and Depakote, feeling like an invincible ball of charismatic fat as I … Continue reading Life Stories: The Shake
La Tigre
The sometimes traumatic and oftentimes familiar scent of 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 of bullshit … Continue reading La Tigre
The Follies of a Postmodern Millenial 