People tended to refer to him in compound nouns:
Fuckup
Dumbass
Shithead

In the fullness of the bleakness of late November a nod of gratitude for this day.

After years of rigorously eliminating everything pretentious, self-serving or inauthentic in his character, there was nothing left.

He mumbled something about having gone through “some stuff” and then proceeded with a horrific tale of his afflictions, bereavements, addictions and injuries in the ten years since I had last seen him. It was a miracle he was still alive. Nevertheless, I had to admit, he still looked better than I did.

Man was created in order to manage the litter box in order for the cat to fulfill its destiny.

In the dream a doctor told me I was going blind. I ran out into the street, just seeing.
In total, these pictures represent three seconds of my life. Maybe some day you’ll find them. My three seconds. My last will and testament.

One afternoon as he was stealing wifi behind the public library a dog ran by and licked his hand. Later he realized that in those 15 seconds he already loved the dog more than he would ever love himself.

It is the theory which decides what we can observe.—AE

Second saddest thing in the world: letting go.