I Wish I Was Home

The first song I ever wrote was called, “I Wish I Was Home.” I had to be about five years old or so. The song was sung in the key of a Pop-R&B vibe, Usher was probably its subconscious subtext and I sung it for the first time as my Mom and Dad pulled away […]

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Notes on Nothing Important

Note 1. If someone was to write the story of my life I would want them to start with the lay out of my apartment. I would want them to know how long the paintings sat against the wall, next to the books that laid across the floor by the succulent plant named Freddie. I […]

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