pittsburgh

in pittsburgh, i could be someone else. i dyed my hair purple; i spit in the face of a maitre d’; i ingested something i really shouldn’t have; i took care of people who ingested things they really shouldn’t have; i wore a cat-in-the-hat hat and a plastic cow necklace almost exclusively; i forgot my vitamins and spent all my money; i kissed someone on the lift up the monongahela incline; i kissed a hidden statue of the virgin mary at duquesne university; i lied about being in pittsburgh when really i was in boston, hurting someone’s feelings beyond repair. although i lived only 100 miles from it for years, pittsburgh has remained this weekendly surreal place to me. someone who knew me then still lives there, and he sent me this incredible...

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