rest in peace
There’s something particularly sad when someone so young dies. There’s this sort of slap-in-the-face kind of sting, a startling reminder of mortality. I didn’t speak to Manny much after I moved from Saipan, save for the few messages he left on myspace, but I still want to remember him how he was in high school, someone funny and genuine and great to be around.
can’t get through the bathroom door
The other day I caught my reflection and noticed how round my face has become. There’s a term I use to describe my body now. If you’re familiar with construction lingo, you might know this one: fatty-fatty two-by-four.

