Thought Catalog

Nic Smith

Nic lives, and occasionally writes, on the west coast.

Latest Posts

I used to think there was virtue in ambition, but then, there’s a sort of weathering the years allow and you can’t notice until you stop and look at it.

Longevity and specificity. Do anything for long enough and the high points of the past fade into relative mediocrity.

Around the time my baby brother was born, so 1997 I guess, my dad brought home The Sub, our pet name for the ‘88 Chevrolet Suburban that instantly became neighborhood eye-sore and eventually became an odd sort of family heirloom.…

The sisters did their part in reaffirming the mingling sense of reverence and fear the men of my family have always felt toward women, while laying deep the seeds of a crippling, life-long guilt. In other words, a proper Catholic education.

His eyes left hers and worked their way down, and then up her body, not in appraisal, but admiration. His eyes stopped at the infinity sign tattooed above her right hip.

He seldom drank, but then heavily. He rarely loved, but then desperately. He never hoped, save once, foolishly.

  1. 1
  2. 2