As I march toward 40, I’m vulnerable to Joe Goldberg-level schisms in my peace of mind via the mundane annoyances of daily life. Just the other day, at a grocery store I avoid at all costs, I saw a man’s face and I thought “man, he has a face that I just want to hit.”
A Love of Boxing, Explained
Like all victims fans of the sultry mistress we call boxing, I have a mostly clear memory of the moment she trapped me in her unrelenting clutches. January 15, 2000. Roy…
You’re Canceled
My dearly beloved, I ask you — nay, I beg you — to forgive me for having left you without my anger-induced diatribes as of late. Clearly, there’s been a…
Fuck Donald J. Trump
At long last, we have rid ourselves of President Donald J. Trump. He, along with his Cro-Magnon offspring and lecherous enablers, are in their final days. And they can fuck…
I Am
I am 36 years old. And I am becoming me. I don’t believe in God. Not anymore, at least. Not so bold as to call myself an Atheist; not so…
Why Everyone’s Pissed Off & No One’s Happy
Maybe it’s always been this way. Maybe Americans have always been so self-assured and arrogant because our perceived superiority was rooted in some objective measure of reality. So it didn’t…
‘Sleepless in Seattle’ — The (New) Final Scene
As fate COVID would have it, Jessi and I have been trying to watch several older movies which are considered part of everyone’s upbringing, but somehow missed ours. Case in point:…
Black Lives Don’t Matter
For close to two months, national news has settled into a 24-hour COVID-19 party-line circle jerk of fear and conjecture. But one story managed to finally break through the din….
Dear Bank of America
Dear Bank of America — It’s me, David Berry. I’ve been a personal banking customer for 16 years (I had hair back then! Don’t you remember? Of course you don’t). For…
If I’m Being Honest
“If I’m being honest.” On its face, the turn of phrase implies that something I may have said, or might still say, could otherwise be perceived as a bold-faced lie….