While walking around on the High Line, my friend and I came across this lovely guy typing away at the bench. There was a buzz of people around him.
What the roving typist, or to use his real name C.D. Hermelin does is type short and memorable stories for people to take with them.
If you walk around the city, you’ll see a lot of little businesses like this one differentiating themselves on the venue or the product. This guy is able to set himself apart by offering people stories. Everyone loves stories.
He’s got a typewriter, an imagination, and the perfect setting -sunset on the High Line. Hope he’s raking in the cash.
a version of you
How many brilliant writers do you think are out there who never enter writing competitions? Or cinematographers that simply direct their fantasies on their begrudging ride to their monotonous job? How many artists leave their paintings in the basement while they balance their budget to make next month’s rent? How many small businesses don’t get the right amount of money to introduce themselves truly to the world? How many people are out there who’ve never seen the world outside of books and magazines and their own dreams because they’ll honorably put it back for their families and their jobs and their proper life route?
It’s so frustrating to think that there’s a version of you that could exist if it had gone all right. There’s a version of your life where you did have the guts to tell someone you love them, a version of you where you quit your job and opened that restaurant, a version of you that didn’t let a friendship die out of pride and time. If it had been a second later when you received that e-mail or phone call, if it had been the right temperature, if it had been the right bar you went to, or the right town you moved to. Then that version that could’ve…would’ve been real.
But then you might be wondering what the other version that slipped your grasp had in hold for you. Maybe there is no right version. Maybe this is the right version. Maybe you’ll make this the right version.
well who needs diamond rings
or gems and stones
when you can stretch our your very own hand
and let the sunlight flicker and froth around your bare fingers
“Narcissism And Social Media” from Patrik Svensson
Donald Glover talking about the comments he received during his campaign to be the next Spider-Man (x)
"I was talking about it with Dan Eckman, who directed my Bonfire video. Can you imagine that trailer? That would be dope. Like it makes sense… a poor black kid in Queens. Like it just fits.”
The Last 3 Incredibly Awkward and Embarrassing Things I Did
I had gotten up exceptionally early for a Saturday morning and gone to the local coffee shop. My phone was at 2% battery so I decided to enjoy some pleasant silence and go sit still for a bit while I enjoyed my favorite vanilla chai latte.
It was just the barista and I, alone at 7 am on a rainy morning. Until my 2nd most awkward hook up of my life (the 1st is coming soon) decided to walk through that door. As soon he came in, we did the weird eye contact where we both replayed the foggy memories of that night.
Of course I didn’t have a book I could pretend to be reading or a phone to be talking on. Pretty awkward but not horrible.
He opened his mouth as if to speak. I panicked and grabbed the fruit bowl on the table next to me. This fruit bowl has always had fake fruit. I knew it. He knew it. Everyone knew it. But there was a very true part of me that somehow wished, nay believed that it would be real fruit.
I bit into it. I did not want to show weakness or admit to the stupidity of what I had done. I committed, ripped out a piece, and began to chew. Meanwhile he stared at me for a few more seconds and then left with his coffee without word.
I can’t blame him one bit.
I was buying my friend a pregnancy test because she was being overly paranoid and also was a bit scared to do it. I wanted to make her feel better so I went into the Walgreens by myself.
When I got to the counter, I saw a pack of Oreos for sale. I picked it up and thought about it. I wanted them sure but did I really want to go back to that addiction? Oreo cookies were my crack. I shuddered as I remembered my middle school years. I put it down and turned on my phone to text my friend.
The guy was ringing me up and asked me “Getting that?”
He was looking at the Oreos I had picked up but since he was holding the pregnancy test, I assumed he was asking me about that.
“Yeah, I hope I’m not knocked up!” I blurted out. He looked me stunned for a moment, finished ringing me up, and then avoided eye contact. I realized what he was asking on my way to the car.
I drove about 45 minutes to visit my friend at a nearby university to mine. I had a few drinks with her and her roommate and was a little tipsy when her roommate and I decided to go to a house party.
I met this really cute half-Irish, half-Filipino guy there. I’m all about hot mixed guys so naturally I was excited when he showed interest in me. A few drinks later, he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place.
Now at this point, I had to go to the bathroom but for some illogical reason I thought, “I don’t really need to go to the bathroom”. I asked him how close his place was and he said it was a 10-minute walk. Not too bad, I can make that.
So we are heading back and almost as soon as we left, I immediately regret it. It was becoming hard to walk when I had to physically control my bladder. I began walking weirdly. He didn’t notice. I was becoming impatient and asked him where his apartment was. It was right up this small hill. I could see it. Hallelujah!
When we got to the top of the hill, he stopped walking, and kissed me. Now it’s hard enough to control your bladder when you’re walking and moving but now that we had suddenly stopped still, it was next to impossible. I tried my best but I just couldn’t do it anymore.
As he was kissing me, I started pissing myself. I was wearing jeans and I could feel it running down my leg. There was a part of me that was relaxing as it was happening and there was a part of me that was literally in shock that this was actually happening.
And as he’s kissing me, you can hear it. You can hear the ‘Tssss’ and, bless him, he didn’t hear anything. He looked at me in the eyes and I looked down at my pants and saw the wet spots.
I immediately began walking away from him and he looked confused. He was asking me what was wrong. I just shook my head and started running away.
“I’m sorry, I don’t usually do this!” I was saying
“Wait, where are you going? What’s wrong?”
“I have to go! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it!”
He was yelling after me but with my newly free bladder, I ran all the way to my car, passed out in the backseat, woke up at 6 am, drove back home, stuffed the pants into the garbage, and vowed to never speak a word of it ever again. Except now I guess.
there are many things I can’t forgive walter white for
BUT HE WASTED THAT WHOLE PIZZA I AM DONE
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121 Mind your own business St.
Take a left turn at GTFO Avenue and it should be right past NICE TRY RD!!
Controversial Gun Control Campaign Shots
Moms Demand Action recently released a campaign showcasing the stance America has on gun control and tries to put it in perspective.