My parents, I mean. After, like, a decade of divorce. Because they sprung that on me last year while I was in California, half-heartedly trying to conv…
So Ernie, how was your year?
I’m going to stop writing in second-person, at least for this particular email. I want to thank everyone who has sent nice notes and text messages for …
“It’s been a while,” you say to yourself. “A long while. You should probably write something, so they know you’re not dead.” Dead. Dead. I mean, you me…
When mom called for her daily phone call a couple of weeks ago, I told my mom I finally found a job. "Good, because I was praying for you,” she says. M…
Translation: Losing Face
You don't post much to this newsletter, because there aren't really that many new things to report. You didn’t apply to any jobs last week. You also kn…
Ernie: Hey, JavaScript. JavaScript: Oh. It’s you. E: Yeah. So it’s been a while. JS: Oh. It has. E: I’m sorry I’ve been away so long. You know how it g…
Man, how bad could it have been, you ask yourself?
I misspelled "values" on purpose because I'm a terrible son
keywords: job hunts, screenwriting, mild PTSD
In which I've been pronouncing the lunch place I go to wrong all this time