I Traveled Europe with $450 and a Bottle of Hand Soap

The night before my flight overseas, I threw on my backpack and did a little twirl in the mirror. Whereupon I noticed two things: I should never twirl in a mirror again. I’ve carried the same backpack since the seventh grade, a revelation I made upon spotting the gaping, wallet-sized hole in its rear end. Thank Jesus for Khai’s sewing kit. The abysmal state of … Continue reading I Traveled Europe with $450 and a Bottle of Hand Soap

I Have A Problem With The Nation’s #1 High School

While this post features TJ, it is by no means specific to TJ. Almost two years ago, I graduated from Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology. In another two years, my younger brother will do the same. Me and TJ, we’ve got history. TJ is where I had my first slow dance, learned to drive a car, and once got chased down the chem … Continue reading I Have A Problem With The Nation’s #1 High School

When I Became A Server

There’s actually a section in our employee handbook called “Social Media and Blogging” which states that team members “should not create or post anything that identifies themselves as company team members or representatives.” So, because I kind of enjoy being employed, for the duration of this post we are setting up a hypothetical restaurant called Binky’s. Here are the reasons that I have decided it’s necessary to publish this post: … Continue reading When I Became A Server

This Is Where The Brick Road Burns

A small circle of orthodontically superior young men and women, no two of whom are the same ethnicity, make doe-eyed oh-my-Jesus-I-am-so-pleasantly-overwhelmed-with-intellectual-stimulation-right-now faces at each other. Either they’re sprawled on an environmentally impossible emerald sea of grass, or they’re huddled around a gleaming mahogany table surrounded by gleaming mahogany bookshelves, or they’re arranged strategically on the steps of some beautifully architectured building in a manner that allows for the … Continue reading This Is Where The Brick Road Burns

When I Became A Cheerleader

The Reason I Am Writing This Blog Post Three years ago, I was making small talk with this kid whom we are going to leave physically ambiguous and call Dude for the purpose of identity protection: Dude: What’re you doing Wednesday B-Block? Me: The concussion baseline test thing. I’ve been putting it off for weeks now. Dude: Oh, you’re in cheer, right? Me: Yeah man. … Continue reading When I Became A Cheerleader

Some Half-Assed Road to Recovery This Is

In seven days, “We Need to Talk” snapped up 4,000 views from 30 different countries. In seven days, I received emails and messages from dozens of people who connected somehow with my words. In seven days, I realized the truth of the situation: There is an extraordinary number of people experiencing these problems, and no one really knows where to go. Hence the million-dollar question: How do I get … Continue reading Some Half-Assed Road to Recovery This Is