Recognition can be a funny thing.

There you are, in uptown New Orleans, with a conglomerate roast beef, cheese, tomato, mayo, hot-sauce-drowning French bread monstrosity literally fucking your face, deep-sixing the very integrity of your throat, with greasy lettuce wisps leaving a snail’s trail of juice across your lips, fingers, and the butcher paper so helpless, [...]

Sometimes, oftentimes, at least a couple of times a year, it is best, and downright necessary, to take a good look at the pile of books, the lists, the corner dust bunnies, unchanged cat liter, the sink of leftover pizza dishes, soiled stretched boxers on the floor next to the hamper, the whole general heap [...]

And so it hit me, like one of those dreams where you’re falling, and then you wake with a jerk to realize that not only are you safe, but immaculately so, in a bed, which would have broken the fall anyway. You feel a bit foolish, not having known that the cushiony mattress was there [...]