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My phone will buzz. I will ignore every call. The screen will light up. “Call me, it’s about Mimi,” the text will read. When I read it, I will most likely be in the midday shadows of my apartment, the droning of a television
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Blood Tangent | Sarai Nissan
Do you ever get so flustered in social interactions that you bring up the only conversation topic that you are remotely knowledgeable and confident in speaking about and it’s usually serial killers? No? That’s just me? “I grew up in Boulder. JonBenét Ramsey was murdered
Blood Tangent | Sarai Nissan
Maybe I am incomprehensible, hellish, messed up—definitely doomed. Maybe I am a little destructive and simply just a wreck of a person. Maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about. But it’s a new year and I have never been one for New Year’s resolutions;
Blood Tangent | Sarai Nissan
I’ve been pondering “higher-powers” a lot lately. I was raised lightly Jewish—by lightly I mean my Israeli parents didn’t care to take us to synagogue, really ever—but I have indeed dabbled in witchcraft which brings me to Satanism! No, I am not a Satanist, but
Blood Tangent | Sarai Nissan
I’m on the list,” I say not so surreptitiously to the grumbling face behind scratched up, filthy glass. A little surge of superiority floods my brain whenever I say it. I feel cool, like a VIP ghoul, like maybe I’m kind of important. “Can I
Blood Tangent | Sarai Nissan
When I was 17, I spent the summer in Brooklyn attending Pratt’s pre-college program having the pseudo-art school experience. I functioned on very little sleep and a lot of coffee. I didn’t sleep for two days, my pupils were the size of pies, and I
Blood Tangent | Sarai Nissan
It is midnight on Dec. 31, 2010, I’m 14 and you are whatever age you were seven to eight years ago. I am practically infused with the sweaty teens and post-grads around me, all desperately reaching over the two-foot barricade, hoping their arms might grow
Blood Tangent | Sarai Nissan
Stiv Bators was born on Oct. 22, 1949. He was the unsung hero of CBGBs, the devastatingly underrated frontman of the seminal punk band, The Dead Boys and later The Lords of the New Church. Stiv died in the most punk-rock, albeit tragic way. In
Blood Tangent | Sarai Nissan
When I was in elementary school, I wanted to be a writer, and I took this very seriously. I proclaimed to my father that I would go to Columbia because it had the best college-level writing program. I was 10. Needless to say, things didn’t
Blood Tangent | Sarai Nissan
I wish I was 21 in 1977. When Stiv Bators was still alive, Richard Hell was still hot, and I didn’t have to spend so much money on vintage T-shirts that would have been brand new back then. When the music was still raw and