Too Fat to Catch

Even the Romans knew never to mix the Bread and the Circus... Whatever your political leanings, whether or not you understand the Left and Right hand come from the same decaying body (see below). Whether you wanna play or not, YOU'RE HOLDING CARDS. PLAY EM OR FUCK UP THE GAME FOR THE REST OF US.... Continue Reading →


Consolation in the Concrete Jungle

Inner Peace in Outer New York City This city is a (cement and concrete) jungle; an overcrowded, tourist-mobbed, frantic-paced, overpriced, stressed-out behemoth of an American city. Though living here can be extremely exciting and resoundingly rewarding, the need for respite often comes into play. Smoking weed, given the scarcity of and insulting price, is rarely... Continue Reading →

“Hey Nobody, I’m Home!“

  The Great Sequoia Sempervirens aka The Coast Redwood. The reason I first moved here. Though they're absolutely astonishing, I hear native people knew not to live under them, as little light gets through the hundred foot high canopy. I checked several sites daily; Zillow, Craigslist, the local Facebook Groups, Home Buyers, etc. The weekly papers... Continue Reading →

Born into This

There’s a new Drug War Porn show on TV, I made it through one episode before calling it quits. Sitting at the end of the block, the end of any block in any black neighborhood in any major city, the officer looks out at the kids playing, the parents parlaying, the seniors pontificating, and says... Continue Reading →


     The year is 1876, the location is the Black Hills of what is now primarily South Dakota, the story is of a small yet steadily expanding mining camp on land that was promised the Sioux in what was the Ft. Laramie treaty. Once yellow—aka gold—was found in the hills all pretense of treaty... Continue Reading →

Drugs and Guns and Bill Cosby, Oh My!

  A different childhood, a different education (or one at all), an opportunity from a friend/colleague for which you were aware enough to abide, a loving mentor, a passion found, a long look in a mirror, whatever it is, the only Self-Made-Man I've seen lives in the Washington Rainforest, had a TV show documenting his... Continue Reading →


The lady on my TV speaks with excited strain pitch poised perfect pretention so shrill it pains my brain behind foundations of youth painted all over her face the rosy red shame conceal the years erase the grace and daft today, she explains mental health awareness holding back disdain so proud and in control she... Continue Reading →

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