Stories That Bleed Truth – Blood in My Stool Blog

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.

Riding Out the Storm

I always wanted to be in a hurricane. Not read about one. Not watch it on the Weather Channel. Be in one. Feel it. Let it remind me I’m just

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Old School Ways

I’m parked on my usual barstool at the local watering hole, third Hazy IPA in, watching two guys a few stools down chirp back and forth like neutered parrots. One

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Sedona Love Affair

I didn’t marry for love. Not the kind that keeps you up at night or makes your hands shake. Those twenty years were a loveless contract held together by the

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Sedona Was My Church

I was pretty settled into my little spiritual routine. I wasn’t searching anymore—I was orbiting. Little rituals kept me alive. Sunsets, mostly. That was my thing. I’d throw a bottle

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Alone and Feeling Fine

I was working overtime in Sedona, self-purging, trying to scrape the bullshit off my soul with nothing but rocks and sweat. People had started calling me Tony Soprano, not because

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Easy Rider

I remember watching Easy Rider as a kid. The desert. The dirt. The open nothing stretching forever. That soundtrack humming like a lazy rattlesnake in the heat. Something about it

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20 Year Old Wall Crumbled

I was still married, still chained to the corpse of a marriage that smelled worse every time I dragged it out in public, and there I was, sitting at the

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Little Red Riding Hood

I threw some cash at 107.1, thinking maybe it’d turn into something, thinking maybe anything could still be built out of the wreckage. Mostly it meant getting dragged to concerts

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Marriage Collapse

I got off the plane from Singapore fat, sweaty, liver-pickled, and half-dead, dragging the stench of three weeks of bad decisions and half-hearted victories behind me like a dead rat

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My Saju Reading

You’re sitting in an old, dimly lit bookstore. Dust hangs thick in the air, and the smell of aged paper mingles with the faint, earthy scent of corn tobacco. A

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