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The sun broke through the blinds and warmed the chilly safe house, spreading its light slowly over my bed, across the floor of the living room, and eventually up Jay’s couch until it climbed and spotlighted the wall where Cale…

It’s hard to explain how much I love and appreciate what I refer to as the “Venice Safe House”, more accurately described as my cousin Cale’s home. He works in the film industry and is often traveling with movie crews, leaving…

The sun rises over the desert and its warmth wakes me in a calming way, contrary to the slap in the face that Vegas gave me just hours ago. It started innocent enough, as it has so many times. Jay…

Tomorrow morning I’m bounding west on a mission of redemption. In the first few days of 2011, Auburn’s last trip to the BCS title game, I was floating aimlessly through the Caribbean on a previously scheduled endeavor and had to…