This bottle he pre-opened it so he wouldn’t strain and puff out his cheeks trying to pop the cork when has girls over. Then he had some. Took it down the top of the label. But on an empty stomach he might as well be Amish at a frat party. He realizes that it’s almost… Read More Drunk Post: Bottle of Moscato
And here’s the first chapter. Think of this as the lead single from the album. You can download the book right here. And that’s all the pimping I’ll do for now. Commence regularly scheduled programming. Part I: Grand Avenue Shooter *** ONE Harrison Rooke was the fifth richest man in the world. Pace Warner was going… Read More The Colony: Chapter One
Hey folks. How are you? How’s your Wednesday? Well that’s good. I have something for you. Here’s the prologue of my first book, which just came out, which you can get right here. Just a bit more pimping and I’ll stop bothering you about this thing. Without any further ado: *** Earth’s moon is an alien place and… Read More The Colony: Prologue
Oy motherfucking vey, what a week. Been running Fat Camp for my buddy here who just broke up and wants to drop the pudge. Tennis in the sun and then hill sprints and then stairs. Then icy beer on the streets afterward when we should be hydrating. Sitting there with the sun lasering cracks into… Read More Snapshot: Day of Rest
We have clichés for a reason. Even that previous sentence (cliché #1) was a cliché. I usually avoid them but I’ve got to use a few right now. Because I’m trying to think of the last time I felt exactly like this and I think it was when I was a kid on Christmas morning… Read More Six Clichés
All right. I made a bunch of stuff up and wrote it down and now it’s a book. And you can download it right here: A huge shoutout goes to Mr. Vern Lovic—perhaps you can call him the Obi-Wan of ebooks—for his sharing his wisdom during this long march to publishing. So, the book. I… Read More My First Book Is Out
Improve self, or just drink more?
Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
but needed a long sit with some whiskey gingers to reduce the betrayal down to the why. He put down the fourth glass and thought: butterflies, that’s why. You get them when you’re standing in front of something of worth. He called Kate from the hotel and said that he…
Listening, pretending to give a fuck.
This short story is a collaboration with two fellow Crusaders: Underdaddy and G.Z. Kieft. Fred Colton: Now it was their turn for a riot. It kicked off as night fell. Gas from cop grenades curled and spots of fire lit up the cityscape to the north. Downtown looked like Tokyo after it got firebombed. Keith… Read More Sergeant
3:35 P.M. Nap, a goddamn dream. A prison yard. There’s a mistake, you say, I’m clever and I’m not supposed to be in here with the rest of the proles. The warden says OK, throw a rock over the top of this half-mile wall and you can leave. Everyone throws hard all day. Your rock… Read More Writing Motivation
OK. Just taxied home from being a clown at a Mexican restaurant. My funniest friend wasn’t there so there was a power vacuum that I gladly filled. Stir-crazy on my little block with the laptop all week and so I came out swinging. Other people. They only exist to laugh at what I say. Go ahead,… Read More Drunk Post: Three Coronas