I’m Gonna Wash That Limerence Outta My Hair
Exposure therapy, not willpower, ended a months-long fixation. The verdict on what happens when mystery meets forced proximity.
Rest In Peace, And Other Lies They Tell
A woman dies in the Colonia, and the neighborhood suddenly remembers her fondly. I don't. Some truths don't get nicer just because someone stopped breathing.
The Limerence Relapse
Round two of the crush I swore I wasn't going to write about, and this time there's no pretending the outfit choice was an accident.
Dear Stupid Ass Neighbors,
A letter my neighbors will never read. About gossip, corruption, and the survival logic that outlives the war that made it. Turns out it sounds familiar.
Battle: Los Angeles Didn’t Fail the Critics. The Critics Failed Battle: LA
Critics panned Battle: LA. As a veteran, I'm here to explain exactly why they were reviewing the wrong movie.
