My endurance while cycling is pretty bomb.
My writing ability is very strong.
My musical talent is pretty solid.
I'm good at giving on-point movie recommendations.
I can still skateboard pretty well.
My wordplay skills are ruthless.
I remove them when I'm reading the book, but try to save them for when I'm finished. Weirdly enough, they distract me when I read, but I like them for the design and complete feeling of the book on display.
Handcrafted acoustic guitars
Monthly announcements of new Criterion Collection releases
Poets with strong associative styles
A row of airline seats all to myself
Werewolves
South Korea's lack of open container laws, paired with Woodstock's open mic nights on Wednesday in Gangnam
The sick ass skate video of Aaron Homoki landing the Lyon 25-stair after a long arduous rehabilitation from tearing his ACL during the first attempt, making him the first skateboarder to roll away from it.
Currently reading "Where'd You Go, Bernadette?" which is delightful and fun and comedically well-observed. I'm partial to the ensemble of voices throughout and the mostly epistolary form, which so far allows for very fun reveals. I'm so far reading it far quickly than I imagined I would.
I'm a drinking writer. I actually detest the idea of writing drunk because nothing gets done. But if I have a good day writing, you bet your ass I'm drinking.