The nurse quietly closes the door to his private room on the sixth floor, leaving Randolph alone with his estranged son for the first time in years. Trevor had flown in from Topeka earlier that day, finally acquiescing to his
Stand-up comedy is full of options. I could stand here and yell profanities. I could recount nonsense. I could illustrate the differences between two groups of people. I could tell stories about things that have happened to me, including what
I wake up, disoriented entirely, entirely disoriented. I cannot see, I can’t move. An unfamiliar miasma impedes my awareness of self. Or maybe it’s the drugs. A collection of tubes protrudes from the conventional orifices as well as a few
I have this idea for a series of vignetty videos, written by, produced by, directed by, shot by, starring me, as a character who might have been partially inspired by me, home alone, waiting for the world to turn. A
Written without disingenuity by a guy under a tree at the top of a hill. I often turn to famous writers for advice, some sort of guidance so I can get better at crafting a story, constructing a character, creating
Four people, or is it five, undergo a religious feeding, a ritualized beginning, preparing for the unpreparable. Nothing happens, and a request for more is submitted. Patience is prescribed, rightfully so. Each room is its own universe. Vibrations and tones
I walk past a woman who could have been Catherine O’Hara’s second cousin. She gives me a look like she is, in fact, Catherine O’Hara herself, and she seems inclined to talk about it. Me: Oh, hi, good morning. Catherine
How old do you have to be before you’re allowed to not care anymore? I hope it’s 32. I’m pretty sure the Earth is just a spongy ball and the universe is one big bottle of Orbitz. People always ask
A newly appellated Tony Piman returns to his empty shop, still reeling but pretty convinced that he was only passed over for his dream job because of his old suppressive name. Like Jonathan Leibowitz and Cherilyn Sarkisian before him, he
Technology advances, relentlessly and exponentially, and we either advance with it or get left behind. I don’t even mind the left behind, as I am a supporter and practitioner of the slow movement, but I know the world I live
