
Scattered Family Ties
You know, there’s a funny goddamn thing they never tell you, not really. They sell you this whole beautiful, phony romance about love, about partnership, about finding your “other half.”
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.

You know, there’s a funny goddamn thing they never tell you, not really. They sell you this whole beautiful, phony romance about love, about partnership, about finding your “other half.”

They tell you this thing, maybe you read it in some book when you were too young and stupid to know better: “Behind all perceptions of man, only love exists.”

Some dead bastard, Thoreau, I think, once said that most men live lives of quiet desperation. It’s one of my favorite quotes ever. Why? Because it’s the goddamn truth. It’s

You want to stay. After all this, after the whole goddamn, beautiful, ugly circus, you want to stay here and have “ties” with your grandkids. You have this picture in

They tell you that in your fifties, you finally find out what’s going to kill you. What a beautiful, gentle, and completely bullshit way of putting it. It’s not a

You meet them out there, in the quiet, desperate wasteland of modern dating. They’re a new and particularly resilient strain of the human animal. The ones with the clean cars

I had this theory when I was a kid. A beautiful, simple, and completely wrongheaded piece of biological taxonomy. Dogs were men, and cats were women. That was it. Made

This isn’t just a diagnosis; it’s a goddamn epitaph for a generation. A boy feels he has to be something other than himself to be loved and accepted. And he

You’re sitting here, fifty-six years into the goddamn bar fight, and you’re looking at the two menus they give you at the end of the world. On one side, you’ve

There’s a certain kind of peace you can only find in a moment of controlled violence. I always felt it clay shooting, bird hunting. The quick, natural draw, the line

Back in my Scottsdale days, I had a system. A beautiful, efficient, and completely soulless piece of machinery for managing the quiet desperation of my own loneliness. I’d stack them

That’s it. That’s the whole goddamn story, the beginning and the end of it all. It’s not a choice between being happy and being sad. Happiness is a sucker’s game,