A friend of mine in the desert used to be very superstitious regarding his less-than-legal “distribution business” at the time, so every year he’d have a friend of his from sur de la frontera bring up a companion. A curandero. From the countryside. To determine the current state of the house, its overall health and […]Read More El curandero (Or: The Day I Believed in Magic)
Minus the dashes. I read two answers that rhymed with”Google co-founder” and who-the-hell-cares. Sorry, kids. My distrust of you and your lack of anything interesting going on upstairs has become a full-blown phobia. So I wrote this. Because it works. And it’s never a situation you expect to be in. But one day you just might […]Read More Quora (or: Why I Need to Pull the Plug on “Life Hacks,” relationship advice to those without girlfriends, and explaining why Raskilnikov was a Hero)
“And so be it, We are not there, but here.”Read More NONE OF THIS IS GOING TO MATTER
OK. It’s 1998. I had just moved to LA. My brother is living in a room no bigger than a jail cell for two. In the span of a month I had lost all faith in everything I was doing but the hell if I was going to leave and not watch it all crash like […]Read More The Time I Saw A Ghost
Because I can change it, no problem. Godaddy is just teeming with crackerjack web development and slideshow programming. Just a snip there. A tuck there. Some superglue here. And hey, hey…Let’s announce something… ON JANUARY 1st, 2017, THE WORLD WILL NOT KNOW WHAT HAS HIT THEM AND WHEN I SAY “HIT THEM” I MEAN “HIT […]Read More Do I Look Like I’m (still) in Jail?