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.
I looked in the mirror this morning. Really looked. I didn’t see the 57-year-old Project Manager with the gray in his beard. I didn’t see the “Diabetic Alcoholic Loser” my
Incheon, South Korea February 2, 2026 Going through this solo makes you question your own sanity. You look in the mirror and think: What the fuck are you doing? Are
Da Nang, Vietnam Sunday, February 8, 2026 | 9:39 AM I sat in the plastic chair by the balcony door, watching the dust motes dance in the humid morning light.
I’ve spent my entire life surrounded by noise. The yelling of my mother. The construction sites. The tequila bar with the band playing too loud. The women—God, the women—with their
I found a hideout cafe in Da Nang, the first one in, seeking refuge from the heat and the noise. The food was good. The silence was better. Then the
The ghost of Kate Hudson landed in Honolulu with the kind of glow that makes a man forget he’s living in a studio apartment with a pull-down bed. When I
To understand the crash, you have to understand the flight plan. I was living with Monique. And let’s be clear: it wasn’t a relationship; it was a hostage situation. She
Part 1: The Midnight Disposal It starts in the dark. It always does. There is something eerie about breaking into your own life. I drove to the job site in
After our weekend in Portland—after the redemption at Jake’s and the fog at the soaking pool—it didn’t take long for the old programming to kick in. The goodness I had
We left Portland in the rearview mirror. We left the crime scene at the Marriott—the wet mattress, the shame, the smell of a man who had almost pissed away his
Let’s be honest: Koreans are the SIDS of Asia. There is a lifelessness here, a sudden infant death syndrome of the soul that seems to plague the male population. They
The fiasco had settled. The “Wet Spot Incident” was buried under a pile of towels and a solid eight hours of “Tantra-style” damage control. I had broken her down. Not
