Tag Archive for death


I don’t miss the seasons. But it’s not a temperature thing. When I was back in New York for the holidays I experienced the 5-degree weather, the wind-chill—the moisture on my mustache turning icy, as I shambled into the wind without proper head-and-ear gear. But I didn’t hate it. In Los Angeles (where I’m typing this) my bedroom window is… Read more →

Chubby’s Murder

When I was six years old I murdered my cousins’ bird. I have no recollection of the murder or that they ever had pet birds to begin with. The first time I’m hearing of the incident is July 4, 2013. I’m 31 years old, my family is barbecuing, and my cousins are telling me about the day Chubby died. The… Read more →