Loving Las Vegas (LLV Collection)
Sweet songs, barely audible, danced along like fairy dust in the desert winds.
Continue readingA collection of sinful short stories of times spent in the desert...before I decided to retire.
Sweet songs, barely audible, danced along like fairy dust in the desert winds.
Continue readingLet us all learn from the unassuming kid that chose his moment.
Continue readingDon’t even hear the murmur of a prayer. It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there. – Bob Dylan
Continue readingI never saw the green bird, the girl, the sidekick, Lenny, or Jimmy Page’s amp again after I left that room mere minutes after I entered.
Continue readingThe 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…
Continue readingMonday, January 29, 2007 (6 Days to Kickoff) I’m sitting in the first class cabin of a Delta 767 that I’ve probably been in before, which is an odd feeling. My stomach is filled with an uncomfortable mix of anticipation…
Continue readingIt’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…
Continue readingThe 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…
Continue readingTomorrow 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…
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