ALL THE GOOD IN EVIL is out. This is my fourth published work with Down & Out Books. As I was reading the proof for this, I remembered back to all of those cocaine and nostalgia fueled nights in Oxford, Mississippi, where I wrote the first draft of this book 15 years ago. And then…
I’ve spent a lot of time in bars. And staggering out of them. I’ve always felt a sort of refuge in the dim light, and sometimes the haze of cigarette smoke. I’ve seen violence, relationships dismantled, and all forms of belligerence. I’ve watched men and women make last-ditch efforts to forget or subdue a sorrow…
TOW ZONE Reno, Nevada So… My book is out! (Available on Amazon and at your local bookstore.) I could think of no better way to celebrate than returning to the ACLU series… It’s been more than six years since my last ACLU post, and in that time I’ve encountered several more employment adventures. The most…
Love is a terrible thing to waste.
ATTN: THIS BLOG POST IS NOW ON THE JOE RICKER PODCAST. IF YOU DON’T LIKE PICTURES OR JUST WANT TO HEAR WHAT I SOUND LIKE IN A CLOSET, CHECK IT OUT HERE: SHITFORBRAINS IF YOU LIKE PICTURES, PLEASE CONTINUE: It’s early evening when Kamani and I trundle into Omaha, Nebraska, a slight deviation from our…
I woke up later than usual this morning after I’d gotten a solid six hours of sleep on the comfort of an actual mattress. I was confused and disturbed as I tried to reclaim reality and figure out if the images in my head were events from the previous days or just the warped aspects…
Scrambles & Summits Episode #8 At some point between not shitting my pants and dating, I learned how to wipe my own ass. Among the other important lessons I managed to acquire from some of the adults in my life, ‘respecting your elders’ is one that I was always a little confused about. What if…
Sometimes, despite what you want, being by yourself is what you need.
Sometimes, you just have to wake up in the morning and DO what they said you couldn’t in spite of them.
There’s gold at every summit, just not always the kind you can take from the mountain.
Sometimes, it’s more than your own shit you have to carry.
I always seem to find trouble in parking lots. I suppose I spend more time in them than most people.
At some point, everybody eats shit on the mountain.
I have a hard time loving anything that can’t destroy me.
I am an absolutely hopeless fuck-up.
The Opiate 