I'm a daydreamer and a night thinker. I always have been. I sleep with one eye open, which might be because I have FOMO or maybe because I have PTSD from when my apartment was broken into while I was sleeping but most definitely because my OFF switch has been disabled. I may look dormant,... Continue Reading →
Powerade
Call me ambitious, call me competitive. Some of my favorite moments in life revolve around sports. There's nothing quite like the glory that comes with a Grand Slam or a photo finish. I can still remember standing in a bar in Chicago watching Michael Phelps win the 100 m butterfly in Beijing by one one-hundredth... Continue Reading →
Control Freak
If we have learned anything in the past few weeks, and I pray that we have, we know that there are certain things we can't control. No one is ever going to think exactly like you, being a Bengals fan comes with endless heartache, my right armpit will always sweat more than the left, Mayweather... Continue Reading →