The real world is a lot to get back to, especially just the next day. Adrian asked me yesterday outside of the mausoleum: Are you sure you still want to do that tomorrow? Ryan, Tony - everyone will be totally understanding. Yes ... [read more]
7:52 pm
10 years ago, for a few days, Mom and I were reverse-door-to-door salesmen and we scoured the South Bend area looking for a place to bury the dead. I was 14, the deceased was Mom’s father, and ... [read more]
10:19 pm
Today, I found myself sitting on my hands rocking in the middle of a half-empty parking lot on a street corner downtown outside of a funeral home. It was one of those moments where I wasn’t entirely inside of myself. I could see my head, my bod ... [read more]
6:31 pm
I stood there staring at cold linoleum and quietly thanking God for her way out. He kneeled in the doorway, hunched over in physical manifestation, paying particular attention to remain defined as one without our name. She lay staring at Heaven, her ... [read more]
8:12 pm
This not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening. I have no idea what to do with myself right now. Please God, help me figure out what to do right now.
6:11 am
This is important, but I can’t get it out of my head that I’m being selfish. I left the hospital 10 minutes ago and here I am now in Adrian’s apartment with Ryan and him doing ever more planning for the project. I’m chain sm ... [read more]
8:29 pm
There’s something to say about spending a Saturday night at the hospital waiting for someone to die. And there’s something to say about getting the call that you need to go the hospital while sitting at the Barnes & Noble cafe sipping ... [read more]
11:14 am
The search for local storyboard artists has begun.
We decided that we really need to scour the local area for artists. Patrick told me that he has had something posted on some forums for a little while with nothing really promising popping-up. ... [read more]
7:16 pm
