Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 18, 2024
Considering how the DNC disrupted and shut down so much of Chicago, I’m left with this realization: Democracy is the greatest obstacle to progress.
While the Rest of You Slept
A prayer. Asking for the things I can no longer influence. Recognizing what I don’t and never will control.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 11, 2024
I don’t like bibliophiles. They’re right up there with vegans, Swifties, and born again Christians, and Disney Adults. Calm down. All of you. Your one-dimensional personality sucks.
A Rare Moment of Ease and Simplicity
Let me first tell you how much I hate running errands. It’s not due to laziness. Because I’m a guy who thrives off of immediate gratification.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 5, 2024
My favorite kind of art is Art of the Possible.
A Tumor in April
April and Ben met again years later. She was leaving an office building; he was boarding a train. They swooned and dated. But something was different.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 28, 2024
What makes it so hard to believe our kids are as old as they are is not because we don’t understand how calendars work. It’s because we get reminders from Time Hop and Facebook Memories, so it literally is just yesterday we saw them as infants. Social media fucks us in every hole in every way.
Drunk & Jaundiced
He showed up drunk. The stumbling, the slurring, the hitting on the bartender in a perverted, nonsensical way aside He looked good. His hair had thinned. His belly had grown. But there was a New Wave Confidence appeal to him.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 21, 2024
I just learned that Andrew Dice Clay is Jewish and not Italian. And now my life is different. I don’t know how yet, but I know the future ain’t what it used to be.
At the Intersection of Love & Hate
MAGAites are like ants. You see one or two and it’s not such a big deal. But when you see an army of them, it can feel a bit scary.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 14, 2024
One really good way to get angry at all of your exes is to officiate a really beautiful wedding for two people in their forties.
The Smug City Snob with Nothing to Show but Three Tattoos
Through the winding hellish passage from city to the Western Suburbs
I realize I must not be depressed enough.
With time to kill, I pull into a Wheaton Chilis for a drink.And there it is. The Feeling.
That empty feeling of mediocrity and directionless arrival in a place that could be anywhere
Where the people could be anyone
Where everyone is no one.
A Desperate Display of Nothingness
Your near-dead heart is running at a million miles an hour
Desperately trying to keep your head from collapsing in on itself.
Trying to prove you are valuable, interesting, worth the hassle.
When an Ex Reaches Out (REDUX)
I was contacted by an ex the other day via email. Not an ex-girlfriend. Those remain, thankfully, quiet, likely steeped in their own lives thinking of me only by accident when their children or partner annoy them.
![The Pristine City Clerk Worker [Revisited]](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/579fa3912994ca0eff850271/1498334512129-ADAJ566E9BHXSMIFHSR4/City-Hall.png)
The Pristine City Clerk Worker [Revisited]
No one likes having to go to the Office of the Chicago City Clerk. Not even those who get paid for being there. The desk workers on the first floor in the City Clerk’s office are of the same ilk as DMV workers.
![[Reminder] My Ascent to Greatness Will Not Be Compromised by the Likes of You](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/579fa3912994ca0eff850271/1594440377415-45T2IQ9E9G9STCAT34OA/Wealth.jpg)
[Reminder] My Ascent to Greatness Will Not Be Compromised by the Likes of You
When I was twenty, I went to work for a captain of industry. A titan really.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 17, 2024
The thing about sucking the life out of someone is that it is often the result of your life being sucked from you. Just an ouroboros of suck. And that’s the saddest version of a fair and balanced relationship.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 3, 2024
I want my lunch like I want my women: Tasty, not too hefty, and won't give me diarrhea.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 25, 2024
Friendship is life’s emotional personal flotation device. It will save you from the foul weather, the unexpected rough seas, and yourself.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 18, 2024
There are three accomplishments every one of us needs to ensure a complete and great day:
1. Physical– Lift, run, swim, move
2. Mental– Write, sing, paint, create
3. Spiritual– Give someone a selfless orgasm
Anxiety is the thing that’s ripped our country apart. It has divided us, caused us to fear and hate those who think and live differently than us, and even caused us to hate those who only slightly disagree with us. It has led to panic and overreaction. And I worry that American Anxiety is only going to exacerbate the social and political divide in this country to the point that there is no coming back.