The rebel poet

   I am not a daredevil; I am the writer in the sky he screamed to the people gawking 1,350 feet below him. He knew that number well, studied it carefully because he knew that there was difficulty in ascending to walk with the Gods, but it was easy to fall back down to Earth.

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Punk Rock Maggie

With snowflakes slipping off my hat and dripping onto my glasses, I impatiently poked Derrick and asked, “Can we go in yet?”

Cousin Derrick stood triumphantly in front of me in a ragged denim jacket, held together by only safety pins and stitched-on patches of punk bands. The Misfits. The Dead Kennedys. The Ramones. It looked like he had re-thrifted a thrift-store outfit.

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Young Bucks Prove the WWE is Still Basic AF

Synchronized fists pound the ring apron as $5 beers spill and bubble into a ring where six costumed wrestlers catapult themselves onto the ground and into each other in a display of fighting acrobatics. Matt Jackson, shirtless and greased-up, grins so hard that his black mutton chops are no longer visible from the front. He hops out of the ring and into the crowd, dead-focused on a 56-year-old man holding a crinkled mess of notes.

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26 Miles and Counting

Before I begin telling you this story, I feel like it's necessary to provide you with three key themes:

    1.) A gingerbread man

    2.) 1,647,360 inches

    3.) A shirtless woman on the Orange line D.C. Metro.

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Modern Vulcan Philosophy

Although I was never a big “Star Trek” fan growing up, moment after moment in my short twenty-six years on this planet has been connected to it in some odd, connecting-of-universes fashion.  Or I should say my eyebrows have been connected to it all along.

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An Unfortunate Breakup Letter with Buffalo

Driving on a never-ending, congested D.C. highway, I’m surrounded by families restlessly grasping their wheel guiding their two tons of metal through the gate after gate.  Some are on their way to pick up those that they love; others are whisking them away with tightly gripped hugs and tearful goodbyes.  It may only be a short time away, but they will continue Xing out the days on the calendar until the heartbreak is all over.  For me, this is my first time returning to the place I used to call home, leaving the place that is now my home.

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The Magic School Bus Tackles Depression

All the students were sitting in class, anxious to see what lesson Mr. Prenzel had cooked up for them the first day after winter break. Ralphie, Arnold, and Tim were sitting around all of their new toys while Dorothy Anne and Phoebe were showing off the new boots their parents had given them. Each student seemed to be in a pleasant mood, in fact, they were ecstatic. While other kids dreaded coming to school, Mr. Prenzel's classes always seemed to be bit happier. Maybe it was because of his aunt's, Ms. Frizzle's, reputation around the building.

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