Thanks to the Puritans, our cowboy ideals, and our lawsuit-happy culture, it’s no surprise men don’t touch much in the States.
I Know You Love Me
We were kind of, sort of, like in a committed relationship. We held hands, we watched Woody Allen movies together, we kissed in public, we did all the things that people in relationships do. We just didn’t give it a name.
Dear America: Here’s Your Gun Solution
When you have a greater ability to take a human life you have a greater responsibility to prove your fitness to wield the tools that may create that end.
A Meditation on Giving Up
Accept that you are sometimes powerless. It’s surprisingly empowering.
The Night I Inadvertently Traumatized a Neighbor With My Nakedness
One night, though it could have been any, I found myself half-naked while making macaroni and cheese at one in the morning. When it was ready, I sprinted downstairs and watched yet another episode of The Larry Sanders Show. All in all, it was a good, lazy evening.
How to Keep Your Kid Alive
Want your child to be happy? Then let them be themselves and don’t ever ask them to hide it.
Hail and Farewell
We buried him in his blue jeans. A folded American flag and a leather cowboy hat rested on his chest. On his feet were snakeskin boots.
I’m Not an Alcoholic (I Just Drink Too Much)
But around the fifth or sixth drink — between eleven and midnight, as I pass out to the same 15-minutes of an HBOGO movie — I feel the truthful sting of comedy and I’m the punch line.
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On the consequences of privatizing culture.
I Spite-Avoided Drake For Over 2 Years Because My Ex Flashed Him on Chatroulette
When Drake takes advantage of your girlfriend, how can you help but hate him?
They Don’t Care About Us
Sometimes, the clarity with which kids see things is heartbreaking.
His Hands are Rough
The sandpaper roughness in his hands has spread to his voice box, and it’s sometimes hard for others to know what he’s saying. It’s sometimes hard for even him to know what he’s saying.
Welcome to 12
Welcome to the collision of your life and the fully indexed, searchable, unforgetting expression of it.
Riding Motorcycles With My Old Man
On that trip our bikes were both going on the same journey, in the same direction. There was no competition. We just got up in the morning and rode. We were at peace.
There Was Nothing We Could Do, There Was Everything We Could Have Done
We wanted to help, but we felt helpless. After hearing about the levees breaking, we went outside to my uncle’s nearby pool. It was a hot day in north Louisiana and there was nothing for us to do and nowhere for us to be. There was nothing to do but wait.
Help Wanted
Davy Carren describes an encounter with an elderly drunk, and reflects on aging.