the grilled cheese at hubbard ave always tear up the roof of my mouth; yet i insist on getting it each and every time we go.
From the legacy archive
From the legacy archive
the grilled cheese at hubbard ave always tear up the roof of my mouth; yet i insist on getting it each and every time we go.
You’ve found the legacy blog. It’s twenty-some years of writing, in roughly the state I left it. Spacer GIFs, old jokes, posts that did not age well; some of it is fine, some of it is a basement. I keep it online because the work was real, and because deleting old posts would feel like editing my own past.
If you’d rather see current writing, the writing page is the right door.