The Problem With Nostalgia

It’s funny to read in my diaries how some of my worst moments happened in LA, but nostalgia makes me think it’s ok to go back. I said this to someone recently and they thought that “funny” was a weird way of describing it.

A Series Of Things I Can’t Remember Anymore

Your apartment had a very distinct smell that I remember almost crying over during our last day sitting around on that super shitty couch (remember how the back of the couch was broken?) and you were taking post-its off the wall and I felt like my head was blowing up like a balloon because of how hard I was keeping it all together.

Late Drive

In the passenger seat of a car somewhere in this city at night and I am thinking: “This is the best time I’ve ever listened to The Replacements.”