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I wake up just before we land. I gather my baggage from the overhead bin (yes, they shifted during flight), thank the pilot, and step off into the warm, wet Miami air. I cue up my iPod to U2’s ‘Miami,’ and walk through the terminal like Bono himself. Her eyes all swimming pool blue Dumb…

I am at Gate D7 at La Guardia Airport. American Airlines Flight 1647 to Miami has begun preliminary boarding. I am steadying myself for takeoff. Standing out front just a second ago looking out at the orange glow of the city on the clouds, I began to do the math. I will board at least…

I’m seated outside of Hi-Life on the Upper West Side. There is a pint of Stella in my left hand, a turkey burger deluxe with cheddar cheese in my right. I’m looking westward over my dining companion’s shoulder when everything turns hyper-real. The leaves on the trees vibrate in unison. The brownstones glow amber in…

I am on a train platform staring westward with my fellow Monday morning commuters. Dateline: Paoli, Pennsylvania, the western terminus of The Main Line, seventy miles south of New York City. It is 7:56 a.m. I am going home. The blood settles in my ears, and I begin to hear the sounds of this suburban…

My adolescent home is ablaze in green: deep, resonant, prehistoric, jade, kelly, moss, olive, pine, sage, and a thousand other hues that elude language itself. I am Homecoming King. I blow into town to wed off a buddy from college. It is a lazy afternoon. The air is cool and dry. The sky is blue…

First things first: I’m one hell of a singer/songwriter. This much I finally know. You, Dear Reader, are like, “What an asshole!” Right? Well, as always, let me explain (though you’re welcome to think that I’m an asshole). I turn 33-years-old on September 4th. Now, I’ve been singing on stage in one capacity or another…