My name is Troy. I write things. I draw things. I eat, drink and cook things. I’m half a thing that raised two things to nominal adulthood, and I’m married to the greatest thing of all. Hopefully I have things to say. And mostly I hope you enjoy them.
One of Her responsibilities on Thanksgiving is making the tags for The Drawing of The Christmas Gifts and Stockings, so when She stuck two coffee cups under my nose, I reached into each and drew out a slip of paper. On one, written next to the little clip-art stocking was my older nephew’s name. I grimaced on the inside. He can be tough to buy for. Not as tough as his dad,… Read More
He was old, and by old I don’t mean just older than me. I mean he was probably “the old guy” in whatever room he was in. He was wearing a wind breaker, khaki pants, white sneakers and a VFW baseball cap. He was standing in the bulk area of the supermarket, next to a sign that read “Hands-free shopping zone”. He was obviously a gentleman with great respect for the rules… Read More
I love Universities. I love the energy, the grounds, the history. I love the sense of hope and transformation at a University. So when I’m near one, I’ll check it out. She and I are in D.C., Her for business and me not for business. We’re staying not too far from Howard University, so I thought I’d check it out. It’s beautiful, and urban. Like the University of Minnesota, where Younger Son… Read More
Some time ago, I’m pretty sure it was before I was born, humans started using words to communicate. I’m very sure that a few minutes later, some asshole gave some other poor asshole a “piece of advice”. I’m certain it was very wise and not at all a myopic, semi-autobiographical humble-brag. Upon receiving unsolicited advice I’m usually like, “Sure thing Charlie Brown’s Teacher, I’ll turn left at I Wasn’t Listening because you’re… Read More
I noticed that as I pulled the nails out of the wall, they were hot. I thought that was kind of funny. Well, not funny in a ha-ha kind of way, more funny in a “holy shit I’m boring” kind of way. I was sitting on the floor in my sketchiest, most ill-fitting and post-trend shorts, a misshapen Target T-shirt, and my grisliest pair of low-top black canvas Chuck Taylor’s (I own… Read More