1,128 Words. 4 Minute Read.

I don’t wash my clothes often. In fact, my Wranglers and denim shirt haven’t seen the inside of a washing machine, ever. When I spill salsa or drop cigar ash, I blot it with Topo Chico and let the sun dry it. I’m not sure why I don’t wash the clothes I wear every day.

512 Words. 2 Minute Read.

I dreamed up this life decades ago. I fought like hell to get it. Sacrifices were made that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. And now that I’m finally living it, I’m realizing reality is far from playgrounds in my imagination.

85 Words. <1 Minute Read.

357 Words. 2 Minute Read.

My nose is running. I wipe it with a white napkin and wonder why I don’t carry a cloth handkerchief like my father.

92 Words. <1 Minute Read.

Written while looking at a homeless man on a pier before meeting a friend for lunch at The Ferry Building in San Francisco.