Is a good pun all we need to get through the day? What happens when God finally answers you, but she only has the emotional bandwidth to chat about scary movies?
These are the questions I seek, not to answer but to ask within the apparatus of YMLA.
Potential benefits?
Escape (for both of us) — Imagination still makes you feel like a kid. I’m just nudging you in that direction.
Inspiration — Will my account of a diabetic’s first date with a sexually adventurous narcoleptic gone terminally wrong be what inspires you to finally cook that pot roast? I believe that, yes, it will.
Does sharing goals valorize ambition?
In hopes that it does, here are two projects I’m actively working on that are fueled by your support of YMLA.
I want to publish a book of short stories and essays. I would like this collection to live on your nightstand for a time—ushering in captivating dreams. Or join you at the beach--the song of the rising tide coos as you snack on your zero-calorie white cheddar popcorn crisps and wander about the world these stories build.
I will release a solo album that brings the experience of my acoustic shows and spoken word to you at home. Maybe the songs will articulate a truth that unlocks the next stage in your EMDR therapy. Maybe they will help you nap.
Feeling hella jazzed to keep sharing with you and constantly honored by your participation. Please share Youngest Man in LA with a friend and consider becoming a paid subscriber. I believe my work can serve you!
Photo taken by Victoria Mehlum in Laguna Beach when I was tan. I miss being tan. It was mostly a fake tan. I also likely carried a book in my beach tote that day and did not read it. Feels nice to know it’s there though. Much like the tan.
Nice guns!