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.
It’s a funny goddamn thing, getting old. It’s not one big event. It’s a series of quiet, pathetic, and completely humiliating little surrenders. Yeah, you get the “benchmarks.” The day
You have to understand, I was living in a goddamn chicken coop on the North Shore. A beautiful, respectable, and completely absurd little box. And I was working a job
I’ve got this picture. A canvas. Seal Beach pier, all quiet, gray, and empty. He signed the back of it. A gift to me. It’s one of the few, minimalist,
She was a ghost from the old days. My “Poly” partner from the Scottsdale wars, back when I was still pretending that “open” relationships were anything other than a beautiful,
You have to understand, I was a goddamn mess, but I was a charming mess. I’d just moved to Scottsdale from the Sedona fog, and I was rattling my cage.
My Grandpa Johnny… he was a goddamn movie star. He was my Ricky Ricardo, a handsome, dark-skinned man with a sharp little mustache and slicked-back hair. He wore a button-down
You know, you spend your whole goddamn life wading through a world of beautiful, ugly, and completely fraudulent bullshit, and you forget what a real, honest-to-God thing looks like. My
My father… Jim… he wasn’t a religious man. Not in the way they sell you in the quiet, respectable pews on a Sunday morning. No. His religion was a different,
My mother… she wasn’t a “looker,” not in the classic, respectable, and completely boring sense of the word. But she had weapons. Her first weapon was her tits. A beautiful,
A word, my children, on the grand performance of fatherhood. There is a peculiar, well-rehearsed theater to our partings, is there not? At the airport gate, I am the consummate
“Lesson” is a word they teach you in school. A clean, polite, and completely bullshit word. A lesson is what you learn before a test. Life isn’t a goddamn test.
The sailor drowned in a desert of his own making. The good Mormon died of thirst. The millionaire went broke on a beautiful, ugly, and completely fraudulent lie. The husband,
