...but it's not something I have to acknowledge regularly. You know, like earthquakes. You know they happen, but it's not a big deal until your dresser falls over and smashes you to death. Like that.
I forgot to post this. I wrote a little thing to celebrate my deep, guttural love for white short shorts. Of course I called them simply "white shorts," so as not to offend anyone. But if you see me in the park at all this weekend, you'll see firsthand what I'm talking about. Context-free highlight:
Mark Mikin graduated from the University of California, Irvine's Literary Journalism program. He used to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, but got over it by the sixth grade, thank God. He has done work for Time Out New York, Heeb, Los Angeles, and Esquire, among others.
Mark currently works for Esquire and lives in a charmingly Polish neighborhood of Brooklyn above a funeral home.