The Man Without a Past
March 23, 2026
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Let’s pour a drink. Every good story needs a starting point, and this one begins at the bottom of a glass where the “Sweet Lie” of identity finally dissolves into
Explore raw, unfiltered reflections on life, loss, identity, and love. From monogamy to madness, these real-life stories pull no punches — and they just might hit home.
Let’s pour a drink. Every good story needs a starting point, and this one begins at the bottom of a glass where the “Sweet Lie” of identity finally dissolves into
I remember being five years old, stationary in the dirt of Mulberry School in Whittier, California. Even then, the song hit me. It was a warning I didn’t have the
The greatest lie the “Managed” world ever sold you is the idea that the “Good Old Days” are a destination you’ve already passed. They want you to believe that happiness
I was standing there today, watching a man drain the old, black oil out of my car, and I asked him a simple question. I asked him if he was
There’s a song that’s been rattling around the empty hallways of my skull lately. Neil Young. “Old man, look at my life, I’m a lot like you were.” When I
Friday was the big kickoff, the moment the mask slipped. She thought she had the leverage—the “Wife Tax” in the form of a twenty-three-hundred-dollar scooter. She doubled down, gave the
I’ve spent enough time in the “Expat Exclusion Zones” to know that the air here is never free; it’s just priced differently depending on who’s breathing it. For months, I’ve
The plan for Vietnam was always a gamble, a coin toss spinning in the air between salvation and self-destruction. I knew the “Old James” path well—the path of the Hunter.
Da Nang, Vietnam Day 7 I am sitting here, looking at the numbers, and I realize I am pulling off the heist of the century. I stepped off the plane
Let’s get one thing straight before the HR department starts hyperventilating: Stereotypes aren’t gifts from the diversity fairy. They are earned. Generalizations are generally true because they are generally happening.
Da Nang, Vietnam. Day 21 of the Marathon. Let’s talk about the divine lottery. Let’s talk about the absolute, absurd luck of geography, timing, and repressed trauma colliding in a
Da Nang, Vietnam You ask me: “How did you do it, James? Why did you do it?” I did it because I realized I was dying of strangulation. And the
