Recovering Asshole

(NOTE: Many years ago I was a playwright. Improbably a few of my short plays ended up getting published. This is the third and final instal...

(NOTE: Many years ago I was a playwright. Improbably a few of my short plays ended up getting published. This is the second installment ...

In another life, I was a playwright. Went to a fancy school. Learned stuff. Got a shiny degree. The whole nine. And while I ultimat...

For the last two decades I haven’t wanted to write. At all. After spending the first 25 years of my life (not to mention an alarming am...

Ladies and gentlemen, could I please have your attention. The Captain has turned off the "It's Not Summer Yet" sign. ...

THE SCENARIO: It's two in the morning. You're sprawled on the couch, drifting in and out of consciousness. An episode of Foren...

I have no patience for affectation. Never have. You know the people I'm talking about. Whether it was the kid from theater camp ...

I'm a little guy. On a good day, when gravity isn't being too dickish, I totter around at a vertigo-soothing five feet six inche...

"It'll be okay," the doctor said with a wry smile. "I have thin fingers." He didn't, though. He really di...

It really is a tricky being me sometimes. Not "hard" per se ... just tricky. I'm not sure if your brain works like this, ...

How To Summer: In Three Easy Steps. A public service announcement. (AKA: From Fat Aragorn to Emmet Otter in ten easy minutes.) Step...

Never once in the history of me has there been a time when I could be described as "trendy" . Which is not to say I don't h...