“. . . but it was so nice hearing from you again, Ryan! I hope everything is going well for you!”

“Huh, yeah. What. OK bye.”

“the 80s in a bad way” is the best way i’ve ever described oakland i think

i seem to have backed myself into the corner called “hopelessness” and my family has done all they can to keep me from escaping

Last night outside a bar on Dectaur Street, New Orleans, a man approached me as I stood leaning against a brick wall:

“Hey.”

“Oh, hey man.”

“You, uh—what are you doing?”

“I’m just waiting for my friend to get off work.”

“You OK?”

“I’m OK.”

“You should go to a—a nicer place.”

“I hope to be in a nicer place soon.”

“I hope so too. Good-night.”

i have met so many dumb and talentless people who will never have to worry about money