The gossip mags have been calling. They all want to know what happened with J. I’m sure you do too. 

J and I haven’t been friends since the disengagement, but the winds were slightly blowing that way the past month or so. We weren’t talking regularly, but I believed that her willingness to now communicate on some level was an indication that she had let her anger towards me go. 

“Maybe she’s willing to chalk this up to two people simply not being right for one another,” I thought. (more…)

Photos from the horse lesson this weekend. I didn’t get bucked or kicked, so I consider it a success. I’ve felt like chewing Skoal all day today. It’s a nice pick-me-up, although the whole tongue cancer thing can really ruin a weekend.   

3 movies watched – “Hostel” (good plot; not as gory as I thought it would be but still disturbing), “Winter Passing” (bleak and depressing; Will Ferrell made it worth watching) and “Poseidon” (great effects; Emmy Rossum looked hot; I can’t stand Kevin Dillon)
1 run
3 miles
1 30th birthday party for my mortgage broker friend the Baller
1 divorce that the Baller announced
1 divorce that the Baller’s friend announced (if you’re married and not getting divorced, raise your hand)
21 days until I turn 30
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The Nazis took him and what was left of his company to a makeshift prison in a cellar below a farmhouse they overran. Days turned into weeks, which turned into months, which turned into two years. Occasionally, he saw the light of day. Occasionally he ate. He was sure he would die, regardless of who won the war. He would die young for certain. He would leave a widow behind, who would mourn him terribly.

One morning, a guard knocked on the door. Breakfast, he thought. Or something resembling it.

”You go,” he said to the Americans. (more…)

Me either.

By 16, I was spending less and less time at home, and more time at my best friend’s house. Chris was much like me in that he loved sports, he was shy, careful with his words, competitive, creative, and he shared my last name.

Chris’s home was nothing like mine. Mine was quiet. I was typically the only one home after school. And it wasn’t uncommon for me to make myself breakfast and dinner.

His house, in contrast, was much busier. People always seemed to be milling around. Everyone (he, his parents and his sister Alexis) sat down for dinner at the same time every night. (more…)

The following flights are confirmed:   
 
Date: June 2   Flight: DL 1411 
 
Departs: Phoenix-Sky Harbor Int’l, AZ (PHX) at 6:30AM 
 
Arrives: Salt Lake City-Int’l, UT (SLC) at 9:02AM   
 
Date: June 2   Flight: DL 429 
 
Departs: Salt Lake City-Int’l, UT (SLC) at 10:10AM 
 
Arrives: Minneapolis/St. Paul-Int’l, MN (MSP) at 1:45PM  
 
Date: June 6   Flight: CO 3153 
 
Departs: Minneapolis/St. Paul-Int’l, MN (MSP) at 5:25PM 
 
Arrives: Houston-George Bush Intercontinental, TX (IAH) at 8:23PM  
   
Date: June 6   Flight: CO 3095 
 
Departs: Houston-George Bush Intercontinental, TX (IAH) at 10:50PM 
 
Arrives: Phoenix-Sky Harbor Int’l, AZ (PHX) at 11:39PM  

Dear laptop,

Baby come back, any kind of fool could see, there was something in everything about you. Baby come back, you can blame it all on me. I was wrong, and I just can’t live without you.

Sincerely,

- Keith

Two days ago, I was unzipping my driver’s side jeep window, much in the same way I unzip my pants, and when I re-focused my eyes on the road, I was yards away from a mother driving a sedan who had pulled out into the street into oncoming traffic, which included me.

That last sentence can’t possibly be grammatically correct, but screw it. 

I slammed the brakes and came to a painfully loud screeching halt a few feet from her door. Smoke from my tires ventilated out from under the Jeep like a box of fireworks had exploded.  (more…)