you know what, i think it’s creepy when people organize their books by color

Shit, man, I’d give just about anything to be walking around Austin, Texas alone right now

Welp, now that [media thing] has been consumed, it’s back to being terrifyingly aware that I am alive

if someone refers to themselves as a “gypsy” and they are not talking about their ethnicity i think it is ok if you stop talking to this person

I said “hey” or “morning” to four separate people in my neighborhood (as in, my NEIGHBORS) on my walk to work this morning, and every single time I was met with silence and a look of total disgust

Man, fuck this city

Everyone is such a jerk

I’m outta here

This is not some sort of whimsical joke, this is the truth:

I only leave the house when I run out of eggs and coconut milk

My good buddy / roommate Tracey Lien was mugged by three teenagers a block from our house last week, so today my other good buddy Brandon Sheffield delivered this cake to her

why do i get this gross feeling that everyone is transforming (is being transformed?) into a brand whether they mean to or not

I wrote a new Gritt Calhoon story. It is, I guess, a novella.

If you want to read it: here it is, man.

Listen: it is incredibly dumb. I’m probably going to be arrested because I wrote this trash. But for now: it’s online, it’s big, it’s beautiful, it’s hideous, and it’s all yours if ya want it.

Good-night, jerx!!!

This is the story of how two beautiful white people got everything they ever wanted