Author: Brad Willis

Turning off

Let me preface this by saying that there is no either place I’d rather be and given the choice, I’d pick being home every time. Still, making the mental transition from the Vegas war...

Murph’s Law

Eventually, the halluciantions become so routine that you learn to anticipate them. Instead of flinching at the giant bird swooping down to eat your eyes, you take an early step to the left and...

Los Angeles Douchebagicus

Los Angeles Douchebagicus is a member of the Douchebagicus family and is most widespread in the American West. A domesticated ancestor of the wild French Douchebag, the L.A. Douchebag (as it is commonly known)...

Not-so-total recall

(Las Vegas, NV)) I walked into the Rio’s Amazon Ballroom last night to re-visit what doubles as my office for the next three weeks. “Welcome to The Suck,” Owen said. “And congratulations on the...

Gone, Daddy, gone

(Las Vegas, Nevada) Yesterday my son jumped into the swimming pool and swam the length of it without stopping. When he finished, he popped his head up out of the water and looked at...

Friday Mental Massage: The last Friday

When I woke up this morning, I put on a live Allman Brothers album, opened all the curtains, and sat in the Carolina sunshine. Everything is green, I wake up every morning in a...

Bands of brothers

“Is Carlo dead?” My four year old son son sat wide-eyed and confronted the reality of it all. Carlo, a giant gash in the side of his head, lay in the sand. Flies buzzed...

My phirst time

Trey Anastasio might be the world’s greatest hypnotist. It takes talent to put just one person under a spell. The power of suggestion can sometimes be enough for a stand-up hypnotist to control a...

Frolf body

I rolled over this morning and wished I’d had a mirror nearby. By all indications, I’d been in a car wreck, and I wanted to know how bad it had been. Had my beautiful...

If you like a man in a kilt…

…you might like a few of the pictures I took this afternoon at the Greater Greenville Scottish Games and Highlands Festival. I can’t quite pinpoint what it is about men in kilts throwing very...

The worst time to blog

I just returned from the grocery store, where–if the royal They is correct–the worst time to go is when you’re hungry. As it happened, I was getting a bit peckish and found myself loading...

Nine years

June 3, 2000 was a steamer. We stood on the Eastern Continental Divide and looked out over North Carolina. We couldn’t deny it was uncomfortably hot. I was dressed in a monkey suit. My...