I slammed the front door as I left. The lock on my door is kind of broken, so every time I leave I have to slam it or it won’t close all the way. Then someone would most likely break-in and be disappointed when they found no trace of anything of value, besides my Mom’s … More I saw a girl fall. (a fictional short story)
I recently wrote about my views on quitting, but it appears that I have more to say about it. In an effort to allow all of my thoughts to come out however they want, I sat down and typed. There are some thematic redundancies and similarities to the other story, but I thought someone might … More I almost never learned to play guitar because of Yoda.
When I was in the fourth grade, I wanted to try playing basketball. My parents signed me up for a league. At the time, I was somewhere around four feet tall and about 80 pounds. That’s the nice way of saying that I was absolutely terrible at basketball. I remember one particular practice where I … More How ‘Under the Sea’ showed me that I’m not a quitter.
My childhood was amazing. I had a loving family. Friends. A good education. I was given every opportunity to succeed. My parents were great at giving me lessons in a lot of the important stuff. But along the way, I missed out on some fundamental information. And here I am today. Twenty-nine years old, and … More I learned how to be a real man from a bunch of girls.
I got a free 30-day trial of Ableton Live 9 Suite, which is a music production program. You can record, mix and master fairly professional sounding songs from one program. It costs $750 to buy and I was considering getting it, so I gave myself a challenge: If I can get a decent sounding song … More I am not a musician.
I make my living as a massage therapist. It’s one of the few areas of my life where I can confidently say that I am a trained professional. I’m good at it. Over the years, I’ve come to identify a few different client stereotypes. One particular type of customer has taught me something I thought … More It’s not the pressure. It’s the point.
Last summer, I had not yet been admitted to medical school. I was a lost soul, trying to find my big break. I tried acting. I took a class on it. During the class, I was shown a list of all the local auditions coming up. They were all lame. Except one. Buddy: The Buddy … More The not so jolly Buddy Holly.