And I loved her. With my gruesome limits and my laughable limitations, I used to sing to her a convoluted medley of Paul McCartney songs. At home, her mom fed her tons of tunes from Sinatra and The Carpenters, while showing off a particular snapshot … Read more

The Jerk, on and off

Consumed by the mystery of life, I face the intrigue of death. This existence of ours seems to be based on little more than mundane intrigues. Death remains the fundamental mystery, the one and only common denominator for us all. Rich, poor; up, down; in, … Read more