"I Dreamt About You Last Night"

October 3, 2011

There are stories in various places: back stockrooms, the back of a store, balconies, cars, car hoods, parking garages, moving vehicles, women’s bathrooms, men’s bathrooms, swings, swinger’s parties, greenrooms, and other places that would turn your hair gray–kinda like the ones I try to hide now by shaving my head down pretty closely.

Two Truths and a Lie

September 3, 2011

Call it boredom, call it dissatisfaction or chalk it up to mid-life hitting me. There’s a gnawing feeling in the back of my mind: I know I can do better…

Glory Hole Confessional

August 20, 2011

Reaching into my pocket for the first token, I drop it into the slot and my eyes are subjected to two leathermen going at it in a laundromat. Definitely not the right way to get clean. I reluctantly touch the “up” button to channel surf. I stop at an interview video starring a blonde co-ed. I then remember seeing her on the box for “Campus Cuties Vol. 56.” I’m not judging, tuition needs to be paid somehow. Just as the interviewer asks her to unbutton her blouse, the screen flashes back to black. I reach for my next token.

Glory Hole Confessional

August 5, 2011

Reaching into my pocket for the first token, I drop it into the slot and my eyes are subjected to two leathermen going at it in a laundromat. Definitely not the right way to get clean. I reluctantly touch the “up” button to channel surf. I stop at an interview video starring a blonde co-ed. I then remember seeing her on the box for “Campus Cuties Vol. 56.” I’m not judging, tuition needs to be paid somehow. Just as the interviewer asks her to unbutton her blouse, the screen flashes back to black. I reach for my next token.

The Passing of Time (and All of It's Sickening Crimes)

July 12, 2011

Write what you know, right? And I’ve got some great stories, but to reveal them all would really take away the mystery and legend of Jumpstreet. And there I go referring to myself in the 3rd person… not good.

Better Late Than Never

June 12, 2011

I lived a Dionysian lifestyle, an arrogant prick who cared only for self-gratification, not caring about who got hurt along the way. “Home” was my bed and my stuff–don’t mess with my stuff. With brand new eyes, my perception of life changed. My change is a trilogy: rediscovering faith, changing my profession and finally, abstinence.

Best of 30POV: In Your Own Little World

May 13, 2011

“Best Use of the Pronoun You” It may not seem like much, but–trust me–it’s high praise, coming from someone like me. In Your Own Little World* You pull the key out of the ignition and tap your left index finger on the steering wheel attempting to remember what exactly you came to the supercenter to pick […]

For the Emotionally Constipated

April 13, 2011

After the priest concluded the prayer service, my uncle–godfather and second of seven on my father’s side, and doctor– addressed the crowd in the chapel, “I believe Brian has a few words for you right now.” I stood up, reached for the folded piece of paper in my pocket. Stay calm, read slowly, don’t get emotional I chanted […]

Prodigal Son

March 13, 2011

After a decade long stretch of self-indulgence, the prodigal son returns home.

Sprouts

February 13, 2011

“You do it,” she said. It was more of a command than a request. “Don’t they teach it in school anymore?” I asked, knowing there was no way to sidestep the inevitable. “It  would be better if he heard it from you, you know that.” “But I liked the videos they showed us in sixth grade.” […]

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