Old Jack Frost...

I was walking to the bank the other day when I was struck simultaneously by a gust of icy wind and a poem at the same time! It was as though the winter gust brought with it an etheric USB drive and plugged it straight into my brain. Directly in the right temple, believe it or not. I present to you now the unaltered frosty wind poem: Old Jack Frost. *Updates - 1/16/14

Love at First Sight...

It has been said before that love at first sight is nothing more than a myth, a fantasy. The delusional dreaming of an over romanticized mind. But after last night, I know this isn’t so.

There I was just walking along the platform waiting for the Q when a man who had no business being so damn beautiful pulled me out of my kindle for one fateful moment. This man, this nerdy Adonis, this silent but deadly creature and I locked eyes…and I knew.

25 years...

It’s strange to think how much I’ve experienced in these past twenty-five years. So much learning, so many opportunities taken, many others passed on by. There has been such an abundance of individual growth. I wanted to take a moment to share with you some of the highlights, lowlights and other lights in between that have spent the last quarter of a century molding me into who you now know as Brogan.

Adult Problems...

My radiator leaks.

Mine’s only like drip, drip, drip, so a towel on the floor is enough to save me for now.

The heating system in this new apartment wants me to be warm so much that it’s expelling boiling droplets into my room.

I should feel honored.

I don’t.