This blog represents the last decade and a half of my creative and emotional journey. I assumed this would have been turned into a book of a...

Nietzsche once said, “There is no doer behind the deed. The deed is everything.” A savage sentiment aimed at removing the halo of selfhood f...

I rewatched the entire Rocky saga this week. Picked up the I-V VHS boxed set with my buddy Jawsh at while out thrift shopping. I missed them...

My time as a cat-tourist has come to an end. I’m a permanent resident. A card-carrying cat dad. Her name is Reno. I got her when she’s was 1...

My pops died a few months ago. In a quiet and shameful place in my chest, I starting thinking about what I might write about him when he clo...

I am a full-blown degenerate gambler. A sell-your-kidneys-to-cover-the-spread maniac. I ruin lives, leaving mayhem and chaos in my wake.  Ex...

People are always surprised when they discover I used to play in punk bands. Whether it’s the $50 haircut, the lack of tattoos, or my often ...

I don’t watch sports. I’m not particularly interested in the outcome of any team, in any city, in any sport. But I fucking love finals. Game...

We are what we repeatedly do. Degeneracy, then, is not an act but a habit. Or something like that. I was on the late start program of alcoho...

Despair is a a sneaky bitch. It doesn't kick down the door like the Kool-Aid Man. "Oooooohhhhh Yeaaaahhhhh." It's more lik...

I am an unreliable narrator. When I saddle up behind a keyboard, a thick, viscous haze comes over my vision. Part poet, part bad faith. Myop...

I’ve been making some trips back to Reno, Nevada recently. Been crushing pinball scores, eating In-N-Out, and pillaging old boxes from my ch...

This screen has been blank too long. I've started and stopped writing a handful of these, but it stops now. I even treated myself to a h...

I visited my ailing father in Reno recently. During a brief stop at my childhood home, I rescued a VCR and my VHS collection and smuggled th...

Holidays don’t mean much to me. After two decades in retail, I’ve mostly come to associate the season with vacation blackout and entitled sh...

Grief gets its own five-stage video game: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Only there’s no Game Genie for this one. Co...

Theoretically, I love the Olympics. I don’t watch them, follow them, or support them financially, but intellectually I’m obsessed. It’s Mort...

I was a black cat for a golden retriever lover. A clean shaven face for a beard enthusiast. A ferocious down-picking savant playing in a ska...

I grew up with dogs and have always considered myself a dog person. They are lovely and magnificent creatures. If you ever need to me to cry...

I’m bad at gambling. I suppose that requires elaboration. In the early 2000s, poker enjoyed a kind of renaissance. They put it on TV. John M...

It’s America Day. My US-based company gave me the paid day off. Bruce Springsteen blaring from my tape deck before heading to a BBQ with my ...

I was a Mathlete at a school most known for teenage pregnancy. No student in the history of my school ever got past the first round. And I w...

(This post is a requel (half reboot / half sequel) to It’s Getting Thrifty in Here) I used to play Pokemon Go. Like a lot. Open-the-app-100-...

Problematic old white guy, Thomas Jefferson, once wrote, “In matters of style, swim with the current. In matters of principle, stand like a ...

At this moment, I am connected to a Bluetooth keyboard typing on an iPhone 15 Pro connected to Wi-Fi 30k feet in the air and listening to Mi...