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Remember that time we got my mom to be our designated driver after we drank all those beers and gin and tonics and had that epic session out in front of Granny and Papa's and we bought all that chicken at the Mexican chicken place and then went to Albertson's and bought all that bubbly wine and the portly check-out lady told us she lost eight pounds one week walking around New York?

Untoward Certainty

Oh, just give it up.

File Under Things I Would Not Have Overheard Being Yelled Up from the Street to a Third Floor Window in the Lower East Side on a Ninety Five Degree Summer Day Ten Years Ago: "Yo! It doesn't matter!  Just delete it!"

The light twinkling betwixt our toes, filtered by the leaves. 

Being an adult is difficult.  Remember that, son.

I've known Tommy since 1993.  

The history there is so immense and so quintessential to my existence, it is hard to fathom any life I'd have without him. 

More Tommy.
And more here, if you sift through.

We must aggressively pursue our life as if we were the most important thing in it.

Stay out of conversations you don't have a stake in.  Unless you want a stake.  I mean really want that stake.

Life lived as a series of yeses and noes.