A collection of sinful short stories of times spent in the desert...before I decided to retire.
As a citizen of the world, and humanity, I sincerely hope that someone in your life makes getting up each morning a jovial event. I hope that someone past or present allows for physical existence to be bearable and noteworthy…
Continue readingTo preface this, before people think I’ve lost my mind, some of my friends are hosting a birthday celebration for me in Key West in the coming days. I woke up this morning feeling creative and sent off this piece….
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Guys…feel free to leave her your number but just remember that she could kick my ass and yours at the same time if she chooses.
Continue readingI woke up this morning at 4 am, took a shower, made a few final preparations, and headed for the garage where I spent most of last night adjusting the packing arrangement on my motorcycle. The weather was clear and…
Continue readingI wrote this in 2010 for the editorial section of “Auburn Pulse”, a mobile phone app geared toward college kids at Auburn University. ~ I suppose it’s fitting that I write an editorial on tipping while lounging in Las Vegas,…
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So it’s been a while since I’ve written any narratives, present or past. The reason, it seems, is that I have spent the last several weeks obsessing about things I see in everyday life that infuriate me. It’s very healthy,…
Continue readingMarch, 1993 ~ The Struttin’ Duck ~ Auburn, AL I’m sitting here reflecting on one of the most creative Spring Break trips I’ve ever crafted. The Duck isn’t the best atmosphere for heavy thinking, but this might be the first time…
Continue readingWhen I was in school at Auburn University in the early 90s, Wire Road was known primarily for the high tally of DUI arrests occuring along its corridor. It made sense, I suppose. New Fraternity Row lies just off its curves…
Continue readingIn the Spring of 2005 I started talking to myself. It wasn’t a result of a blow to the head, but rather just plain boredom. I had settled into a daily pattern that was envied by most, but was just…
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