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...
Category: Recreation
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....
How Otis got his T-Pain back
The weird part isn’t that I have a friend named F-Train. The weird part is that he and I were both sober and having a semi-intelligent conversation about the vagaries of home ownership, professional...
The man who gave me King Cake
Knowing what a King Cake is makes me feel special, even though it’s only special in the way that anyone who has ever been to Mardi Gras is part of the club. Nonetheless, knowing...
On pretense and population
The reason it’s so easy to remember that people largely suck and are more often than not idiots is because there are so many of them. This is as evident in Chinese smog as...
It’s what we do
It’s chilly out–somewhere in the 40s–and we’re not wearing jackets. The Super Bowl will kick off in two hours.The boy and I stand across from each other and he screams, “Run!” And so I...
Responsibility, the internet’s condom
If you have the clap and somebody wants to get in your pants, whose job is it to tell that person that you have the clap? That’s the question I posed this morning as...
I got yer infrastructure right here
Our flashlights have batteries. Our lantern has propane. My wife is presently picking up a few more essential items: nonperishables, water, and firewood. Somehow I forgot to put Maker’s on the list. This is...
Sunday warrior
The Doppler radar looked like a corner man’s towel in the ninth round. Three slashes of red cut across Georgia and western South Carolina, each one more pronounced as they stepped south toward the...
Contrails and flour
Busy on several projects today. Here’s a photo I found when cleaning off my hard drive from 2009.
Cocaine cabbies
It’s ten o’clock in the morning and I am in rough shape. I left the club some time after 3am, somewhere around the time I remembered I was 36 years old and most of...
Slower down the mountain
Several years ago, I was somewhere in Colorado (more than likely Copper or Breckenridge) and standing at the bottom of a run with several friends. We stood in the mountain air and worked on...
The Dive
Part 4 of the November iPhone Photo Project … aka…NaNo-iPho June 2009 The night before Phish hit Asheville, NC, some friends were in town to get an early start on the fun. Part of...
The Club Guy
Part 3 of the November iPhone Photo Project … aka…NaNo-iPho June 2009 It was late, about the time the clubs start to let out in Las Vegas. I was a deer hunter in a...