Category: Busted Story

Where poetry meets experiential blogging… this is the best of the blog.

The Project Book

Deep Knee Bend, 2 I am painting the trim in the fourth bedroom. Only it’s the first bedroom trim I am painting in the house, not the fourth. And we don’t call this the fourth bedroom; we call it “Bedroom 3” because one bedroom is too much room to be numbered so we call it MASTER…

Bye-Bye Miss American Pie

One of the biggest downsides to being married is the slim-to-none chance of ever-again receiving a mix tape. Mix tapes, of course, aren’t tapes at all. And this is not because they really AREN’T tapes anymore. Mix tapes are quite simply– love. They say: “I like you so much, I sat for 8 hours on…