So i made some more crap. One of the craps is even bike-related. Whoa, dewds. Maybe you wanna check it out. HAWK DO ART This Continue reading Hawk do Art
Let me preface this super long story for those of you that don’t really like to read. I was a male stripper for a night. Continue reading The Gentle Roll of Thunder…
Man, in my ever-continuing search for my birth dad, I keep running across dudes that, because of their ridiculous cool factor, make me think, “Hmmmm. Continue reading Papa?
Well, if my calculator watch serves me correctly, I believe it’s Thursday. Time for a poem. Perhaps, first you have time for a quick story. Continue reading About that time . . .
Well, here it is, a beautiful Labor Day in North Carolina. The hurricane weather has decided to chill out long enough to let come to Continue reading Labor Day Sucks.
Well, it’s time. It’s been 3 long days. As I stand here, the knife in my hand shorter than the one in my brain, I Continue reading Thursdee Poem
Oh yeah, the Tour de France. Crunk Cyclist seems to capture the attention of many different kinds of thinkers, so I’d like to talk for Continue reading Aw, Man.
Here’s an interesting KCRW interview centering on the jerkwad doctor that tried to some bros on July 4th. It’s worth a listen anyway. Go America. Continue reading More News on the Mandeville Mongol
I was gonna write a Thursday poem, but it occurred to me in the nick of time that this is Friday. What that tells me Continue reading Well, Anyways…
Hey Dewdz. I’ve been spending a couple of days, or a week, or something, getting my head back on straight. There was an art opening. Continue reading There’s a bear in your cave, bro.
Eyes like donut holes. Legs quivering, empty flask. Pork rinds in my ears. But Jonny is fine. Cottage cheese in pantyhose, jiggling as he laughs. Continue reading Haikuesday, Some time in 1998.
the valley grew dark suddenly, as big jonny went back to the fridge. by