Pierce Nahigyan

“Every now and then we experience emotions that defy easy description.”

Ever been driving for a while and your girlfriend reaches out and gently strokes the place where your hair meets your neck––without saying anything––and it says everything? That’s cafuné.

A dog, I quickly realized, is a living thing, and like any living thing, how easy it is to live with is directly proportional to how much it likes you. My dog didn’t like me at all.

“All it had taken was a few cans of PBR and suddenly I was in a confessional with a girl who loved sex and hated what it had become.”

I am going to undress this sloppy sandwich condiment by condiment.

There is a reason these terrorists are no longer obstructing commerce in your local financial district. Occupy Wall Street exposed a flaw in the American system, a system allegedly designed for the tired, the poor, the huddled masses “yearning to breathe free.”

“A single death is a tragedy,” Josef Stalin is supposed to have said. “A million is a statistic.”

Between January 26 and January 28, “Winter Storm Juno,” as it has been dubbed in the media, dumped over 30 inches of snow over 54 locations in six states.

Keep the faith, true believers.

Every tank, round of munition, boot on the ground, drone, vehicle and death fails to justify two wars fought for too long with too much borrowed money.

As Rolling Stone so eloquently put it, “If the Koch brothers didn’t exist, the left would have to invent them.”

My generation only inhabits this world. We have not built it and we are too Balkanized to deconstruct it.