Memorial Day, a trip to Virginia, and too many questions. Watching people on the subway, I get all kinds of ideas in my head that compel me to write. Trying to make sense of homelessness and compassion. And for those of you who have asked, yes, it's a true story. The world is how you perceive it.
Parents are peculiar.
A while back, I stumbled across a letter I wrote at the beginning of 1998 to Salon Magazine . It was in response to a particular article that just really pissed me off, and if you take a sec to read it, you'll see that I was pretty much of a self-righteous, indignant bastard. Oh well, proves people change.