She used to stretch out in my bed like she held the deed to the mattress. Three times a day, minimum. It was a deranged cardio program that only two

You want to know why it turns my stomach to watch a woman recycle her soul every 6 to 12 months. I have this friend, Lara. A serial offender. She

I have a saying, carved into the granite of my own goddamn experience: If you don’t drink, I don’t trust you. I’ve walked out on dates. I’ve walked out on

When I said I was going to divorce my mother at 13, I divorced my mother. When I said I was joining the Navy, I didn’t ask permission; I signed

I’ll admit it. I have a problem. I don’t blow up often. I don’t run around screaming like a lunatic. I’m a generally good dude. But I have a Code.

I come from a marriage where I was a utility, not a priority. I was the generator, the ATM, the problem-solver. But I wasn’t the point. And looking back, past

I’ve been thinking about loneliness. Not the sad, weep-into-your-pillow kind, but the structural kind. The kind that is the necessary tax you pay for Freedom. See, freedom is selfish. By

I didn’t take a job. I took a hiding spot. I could have started a business. I could have been a 1099 cowboy, riding the range, eating what I killed.