I had taken Alexandra to the MOMA, just like she had always wanted. She had always hinted to me that she wanted to go there. I finally made good with my promises. It was a December evening, and we were wearing jackets because it was cold for a change, and she looked so beautiful. I had not seen anyone so beautiful, in my eyes. We were right in front of those big bright light poles.

Just as we got to the light poles, I pulled her in close, and began to sway our bodies together, as if we were dancing to a song, and she smiled and giggled and she had no idea I was nervous—my heart was pounding—because it felt like the first time I had met this girl. She was my love and I finally grew to accept it. We danced to the music in our heads for a few moments, and in that moment, it didn’t matter that she might not pay her rent, and it didn’t matter if I would die from lung cancer or a failed liver, all that mattered was that we were in love.

I pulled Alexandra in close, our noses touching, and I whispered rightinto her eyes, “I love you with all my heart and everything is going to be better” and she looked at me and smiled, replying with “Everything is already better” and she kissed me so passionately, I didn’t think I would be able to give that love back—but I did. We danced a bit longer, and then we looked at each other, then closed our eyes, sinking deeper into our personal love affair that was playing itself out, right there in the heart of Los Angeles…

nostalgic high school memories

nostalgic high school memories

New short story, coming soon

It was a great summer to be alive because everyone was showing everyone what they were doing, and even though we all knew it was temporary, we all acted like it was forever and we all seen bad movies, ate cheap dinners, asked the wrong questions, but that didn’t matter because we were all beginning to notice our lives were changing and we weren’t teenagers anymore, and “I don’t know yet” didn’t work anymore when asked what we wanted to do with our lives, but what mattered most at the time, was that we were constantly updating, like in record time, and that’s what made it fun.



The Death of Baby Boomer Tyranny & the Millennial Uprising


A bold prediction and social commentary from someone who is currently living in the midst of The Millennial Era.

This is my era. I refuse to live in the past. Nostalgia, ultimately, is the downfall of any individual’s creative progress. And in life that’s all there is: progress. If we are not progressing, then we are regressing and that is the key to failure, and eventually, to destruction. I am, without a doubt, in one of the most transitional stages of human history, as we know it. It’s so special, and it’s all happening right before our very eyes. We’re living in a transitional period of society, when talking in terms of technology and the social media takeover, and how it all effects the generation gaps.

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