The Tucson Reality If I Stay
This is the story of the man who stayed. It’s a different kind of blueprint—not for a new life, but for the continuation of an old one, built on the
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.
This is the story of the man who stayed. It’s a different kind of blueprint—not for a new life, but for the continuation of an old one, built on the
When I was sixteen, in the greasy grip of a Red Dragon acid trip in some buddy’s smoke-filled room, I had a vision. Clear as a bell. Saw the whole
If you want to understand this woman? You can’t start with the marriage. You can’t start with the divorce. You have to go back. Back to the source code, the
They tell you to meditate. Some guru on a podcast, some woman you’re trying to impress, some book you picked up in a moment of weakness. The point of it,
My father who I so love, if you’re looking for a label, was a hoarder. His house was a goddamn museum of neglect, stuffed to the gills with every quarter
You look back, twenty-eight years gone. A lifetime. The man I was then is a stranger to me now, a ghost. I’ve done my share of soul-searching since then, I
You have to understand where I was at twenty-eight. No college degree, no pedigree, no silver spoon lodged in my ass. Just a blue-collar, white-trash Cailfornia kid who worked himself
The marriage was already a corpse, of course, just twitching now and then for old time’s sake. The illusion was still standing, propped up in the corner of the living
Tijuana. The name itself tastes like stale beer and regret. You want a hot dog down there? Oh, they got ‘em. Side of the street, some vendor who probably slept
This whole damn place after awhile, wears on the human soul, Subic Bay, the Bunny Ranch of the pacific. There’s a line in the sand, or more like a line
Eighteen and already shackled to the damn Navy. Aviation Machinist’s Mate – just a fancy title for a grease monkey stuck babysitting the S3 Viking. That naval aircraft, the beast
I had a good friend once, back when the money flowed like cheap wine, when I had businesses, cars, a house, a wife who was a facade, kids who seemed