As the 2016 election and practically everything that followed before and after has proven, it's that the Democratic Party as a national establishment fucking sucks. It comes as no surprise that the San Diego chapter also reeks of the same foul, money-grubbing sliminess.Read More
Reflecting on the best of San Diego in 2017, a turning point year in an age so full of shit.Read More
A large, though maybe naive and self-deceptive part of me expected each stop in this trip to be open and beautifully barren and palm stretched -- wide eyed roads where my mind could work to fill in the void; cities that spoke to me in whispers and attended to my response.Read More
ROUTINES TO FOLLOW:
- Out Of Bed By 8AM.
- Meditate Before Using Your Phone.
- 100 Push Ups Every Morning...
I've heard of Vidor, Texas for a while, and by a while now, I mean I looked it up on Wikipedia a few weeks ago.Read More
Last days in San Antonio and Austin. Listened to a lot zydeco / Afro-jazz music,
drank a lot of gin and avoided a lot of Tex-Mex restaurants, so naturally I
only have great things to say about south-central Texas. I spent my last
night with a best friend eating brisket and cream corn underneath patriotic
themed fireworks. It was amazing until I realized:
[Conversation] He said, "She's like the best mom, you know -- best mother,
best wife -- she supported me when I did my time in Iraq, like you know, she
looked out for our kids. But, I would stick my dick in the mud just to fuck
something else. Something different... But I won't."
It's 9:21am and I'm scarfing down knock-off Chef Boyardee ravioli out the
can in a San Antonio Lackland Air Force Base parking lot, 1,275.7 miles away
from home. I've often read that growth is centralized deep within the
moments of struggle, so naturally...