Year: 2019

My number one fan says I should let go and write with reckless abandon because the more authentic and raw my writing is the better it will be. I don’t really respond because what I want to say would require a face-to-face meeting because this feels a bit like making rules for falling down the… Continue reading Rules For Falling Down The Stairs

If we danced in the place the druids once roamed and let go of fear and held onto nothing but the internal compass I am confident there wouldn’t be any concern about the clowns to the left of us or jokers to the right. No matter what Stealer’s Wheel says and I know this to… Continue reading Too Many Clowns & Jokers

Somewhere around New Year’s Eve 1995 or so a bunch of my friends dove into their respective bottles pretty hard and asked why I wasn’t doing the same. I remember smiling and saying I had enough for all of us during my undergrad years with my fraternity brothers. It wasn’t like I didn’t have anything… Continue reading The ‘Curse’ Of Knowledge

There was a time when I could stack the lat pull machine and add some more weight to it because by itself the thing wasn’t heavy enough to test me. I can’t stack it anymore, but I can still pull around 200 or so. Around is the operative word because I am cautious about testing… Continue reading Predictions For A New Year