Friday, May 6, 2016
Thursday, May 5, 2016
He’s too young a man and too nice a guy. We’ve known each other since birth – our dads went to school together – and I consider his family the cousins we never had.
Warren is a real selfless dude. He’s planning on moving from Connecticut to Florida this month, so that he can be closer to his parents, and so that his daughter, who’s had some health issues of her own, can live in a warmer climate.
I messaged his mom late yesterday, and she said he’s thankfully doing better. That’s a relief.
And that said, Warren, you didn’t need to have a stroke to prove how much you want to move to Florida. We get it.
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
It actually belongs to my new neighbor. He and his girlfriend moved in above me on Saturday, and when I saw his lacrosse gear in my garage, I knew we would get along famously. I’m a big lacrosse fan, and went to his school’s rival – Maryland – and both of my brothers played college lacrosse. In fact, right as I asked my neighbor who he played for, Maryland was playing Johns Hopkins on ESPN.
So the lesson is: all you have to do if you want to borrow a cup of sugar from me (or WiFi, which he is) is play a Division 1 sport. Get after it.
Monday, May 2, 2016
That’s Ricky, trying to scarf my two double-doubles, well-done fries and milkshake Saturday.
Thus begins May, in which a group of friends and I have decided to give up sugar for the month. (The milkshake was my one last bump before rehab.) We’re charting our progress, and opting for varying degrees of abstention – I’m giving up blatantly sugary things, but will still eat fruit every day. My nightly sugar jones will not be appeased. May God have mercy on my soul.