I’m not sure when precisely it happened, maybe in my mid-20s, but my body cannot tolerate spicy foods any more. It (my body) rejects them orally, gastrointestinally, and sleepily.
After taking the contacts out of my eyes, I fell into bed, fast asleep before my head even hit the pillow. My final thought was, “I have never been this tired in my life.”
I did my best impression of a normal person. I scanned the hallway. There was no one around but I thought it best practice to maintain the “normal person” persona.
As my eyes slowly cracked open, I took in the room around me. Oh that’s right! I wasn’t in LA. I was in Florence freaking Italy!
Not looking at art in Florence is like going to Disneyland just to check out the gift shop.
The tastes, the textures, the people, the air itself, all felt like a thing to which I belonged.
I’m not sure if you know this but Switzerland is not in America.
I’m caught between what I want to do and what I should do. Right now, I’m going through something that I really want to write about. It’s a story that’s ripe (rife? wife? write?) with tension. There are twists and turns, comedy and tragedy. Writing this story would be cathartic and would help in my…
I felt like such a grown up. I was 15 at the time, maybe 16. It was a casual dinner at my friends’ house and, yes, I felt entitled enough to call them my friends though they were much older than me. At that point I had known them for about a year or so….
Actor 1. He stands before a camera in a room that usually serves as a conference room. A condescending casting director who is really just a bitter, failed actor sits on the other side of a long plastic table. Headshots, resumes, lunch wrappers, and various office supplies are splayed out before the casting director. He’s…
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