the measuring stick
the room was flush with eager dreams, naive smiles and promises to keep in touch. the audience had become increasingly lazy with their applause by the time my name was called. as i walked across the stage, i couldn’t help feeling a little out of place. unlike most of my fellow classmates, i had already [...]
the last cup: slo-mo
it’s down to a cup a piece. you’re staring down-table at that shiny, red, white-rimmed cup filled with “beer”, backwash and sweet, sweet glory. you pick up that crusty, white ping pong ball and hone in on your target. as your breathing slows, you tell yourself that this night is your night, that tonight you will [...]
