Long ago, while budgeting, I discovered that my primary expenses, aside from bills, are alcohol and candy. While reflecting on the amount of candy that I eat in a given day, and how much I enjoy eating it, I began to wonder how long a healthy young person could survive if it was the only thing he/she ate. As with most questions I have, I asked Google. continue reading »
I would like to preface this article by saying that my parents raised me to always be kind to others, and when the situation allows, to sacrifice myself for their well-being. Through this, and amongst other values, they hoped to instill a set of morals and ethics within me that would shape the person I would become. I learned to be a good friend to my peers from an early age. After 24 years on this planet, I can honestly say that the majority of their teachings have stuck with me. continue reading »
“Get up”, I told her. “Clean up in the bathroom, I am not sure who this is.”
“Okay”
I walk over to the door and use the small peephole to peer into the hallway. I see my friend Patrick. Relieved it isn’t her parents or the police or something, I answer it and give him a big brohug. “What the fuck is up man? What are you doing around here?” continue reading »
She reached out to unbuckle my belt with her hands. Her clumsy attempts eventually led to success, followed by her unzipping my pants and wiggling them down to my ankles. I thought briefly of sitting down, but I was midway between the kitchen and living room, and understood that this would require me to waddle awkwardly a few feet until I found an appropriate piece of furniture. continue reading »
There was a substantial period of time in my life where I told myself that I wanted to be a director/film producer. I tried making short films and random video clips – mostly for my own amusement. While I was living in Dallas, I had a great roommate, who is still one of my closest friends, Ian. He and I made a few short films, much to his aversion. Eventually after developing a few random skits, I decide to do a short film about how crappy it was to live in our apartment complex, Ashwood Park. The video below is a trailer for the film. It stars Ian, myself, and our good friends Cyrus and Gareth. I shot it with a 3.2 megapixel camera. I never finished the film. I still want to direct. continue reading »
One. Everyone who did not include their address when they emailed blog@subtledig.com for the free shit needs to send another email with their full mailing address. That is, of course, if you want some random Life at 160 crap. continue reading »
I can put my hands on her hips right?
I think I will.
Alright, alright, she’s responding positively.
At least she hasn’t punched me yet.
For a moment, she stood in reflective silence, before turning her eyes to mine, “Is that a problem?”
Though my comically exaggerated self-image forces me to assume that bedding any female is merely a drink and a smirk away, it wasn’t until this moment that Jamie’s intentions were acutely perceptible. And though I covet every woman possessing even a modicum of beauty, there was a special kind of treachery associated with this lay. This was a betrayal that would require me to accept my callous masquerade as something significantly more genuine. continue reading »
