It all started, because I just couldn’t do it.

On not thinking anything could be free in New York City and the surprise of kindness in a cone.

There are likely a number of morals to this story. One being, never let a man like this go. And another, almost as important, take prescribed dosages. I’m a converted believer in labels.

On the possibility of getting an evangelical to believe you when you say you’re happy without God.

When life stops being lived in the black and white, and starts being lived in the gray. And the grief of the transition.

Dating apps, angus tongue, and reality. An unlikely trio, but a mix for something far more in the mind of a four.

Why happiness isn't a thing. Also, on fulfillment and self admittances.

On depression. And not hating it.