Fight, postscript
Around this time yesterday, I started thinking about Jamie Gardner. After nearly three decades, I’d doubled back on some fairly impressive memories from my childhood. My mind tripped and stumbled over all of the...
Author: Brad Willis
Fight
Jamie Gardner was the type of guy who could kill you with his hands if he didn’t scare you to death with his eyes. He wasn’t huge, but he was an elastic bundle of...
Spring and savory
Last week was a busy one. No time for shopping, planning, or menu-creation. Everything was on the fly. The wife went to Whole Foods to pick up our locally grown order and shot me...
Where I am, and where I’m not
If the earth had not shook, I would be in Vina del Mar, Chile right now. I would be tired, watching people play poker, and writing about it with all my heart. I’d be...
Reject
I asked a lot of people to marry me when I was in second grade. I never learned to fight very well, so I tried my best to love. Hence, the proposals. I don’t...
Bracketology with a five year-old
That I can win anything in the world of sports prediction is a testament to its ridiculousness. I am not a sports bettor, like those guys seen in an Oddsmonkey review. There’s nothing wrong...
Healthcare, taxes, and the HSA solution
I looked like a grumpy Republican. Receipts were flying out of my printer, my wife was calling out numbers from across the room, and I was looking at an invoice for private school tuition...
Why I didn’t pre-order the iPad
Unlike a lot of you who might have bounded out of bed this morning to pre-order the iPad, I slept comfortably until 8 am and then began my workday without so much as a...
Mastodon Weekend deconstructed
“He probably has a whole generation of writers getting drunk and wondering why they can’t write like that.” –Roger Ebert on Charles Bukowski. In sitcoms the sound of a screeching phonograph needle has taken...
Devolved again
Part of taking a few days to spend with a couple dozen of you closest friends is that you need a few days to rest and and catch up on real life after it’s...
Honesty
I’ve known my friend T for a long time. We’re honest with each other as much as we can be. Sometimes it doesn’t work because we’re both idiots in our own way. With that...
2010 Mastodon Weekend
This morning I awoke to a text from Al. “Bad beat,” he wrote. “Room won’t be ready until 3pm.” He’d been on the road all night and hadn’t slept. The hotel at which he...
The juice connoisseur
“So what comes with the quesadilla?” he asked the waitress. It was after midnight and the dude was getting his food comped by the poker room. “Vegetables and cheese,” the server. She was patient....
The omnivore and the vegan
I was tired when my friend Feldman asked me to do him a favor. “All you have to do is ask Daniel Negreanu a question,” he said. “It can be anything you want.” If...