When I was three I met another person named David and I was deeply suspicious of him because that's my name. Around that same age I confused my elbow with my butt. Not much has changed.
I write things with dialogue.
I just moved to Los Angeles after fifteen years in New York. OK, it's no longer "just". I've been here a year now. Dag, I hate the fourth dimension.
People I have been mistaken for:
-the kid from Honey I Shrunk the Kids, but grown up
-Someone named Mark
I know more about the history of Westeros than I do of the USA. I am allowed to vote.
Weimar pastiche. Also, that Discover Weekly algorithm that Spotify has is shockingly good, so like 12-15 songs per week I wouldn't have known about otherwise from them.
Also board games. Would you like to play board games? How about Monsterhearts? Let's totally play Monsterhearts!
Coffee on the fucking subway but that's not allowed in Los Angeles for some reason so
And public transportation but separately
The House on the Rock
How I can navigate in my mind the streets of cities I no longer live in
My cat I mean you guys she's SUPER cute
Also if drinking beer while diving conversationally deep into thoughts about what it's like to be a fourth dimensional creature and maybe like trying to figure out what our names would be if we were whales or elephants or something. I think I'd still be Dave, but I'm interested in your thoughts.