Whoever said, “don’t meet your heroes,” had the wrong heroes. Meet them. Much of my writing is satire buried 6-feet beneath sarcasm. And don’t get me wrong, I truly mean every single word that comes off this overpriced, tablet-attaching keyboard of mine. But this
I’ve learned many things during my time in the ‘Nil Sine Numine’ state. The oxygen is lacking, the folks are kind, and the homeless people are hotter per capita. As learned in the last post, Lime scooters helped me get where I needed to
S.M.B… That little acronym right there could mean many things depending on who’s mouth it is coming from, especially if your South Park’s Mr. Garrison. However, in our instance here I will define it as a ‘social media boomer’. Another clearer and more cut
Uber has once again revolutionized the world of transportation. Although they removed the fun out of drinking, these drivers each have their own tales to spin, vomit to clean, and names to make damn sure they are getting right in this day and age.
Way Back When It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, we had all of the freedom in the world, the world had us in cuffs, we romped
**NOT PHOTOSHOPPED/EDITED** It’s true. They did let me bring a ruby grapefruit white claw to the top of whatever National Park it is that John Muir commissioned. And yes, that thin black line around me is just an accouterment of the sweatshirt I’m wearing.
Earlier this month, I was blessed to have the opportunity to watch the rides at ‘Pendleton Whisky Velocity Tour’. It was set in beautiful and bright Bridgeport, CT. I was beyond fortunate enough to be a faraway thought during the times of the Industrial
This will no doubt be met with some scoffs, eye rolls, and overall animosity. I’ve listened to plenty of podcasts before, and I have had plenty of conversations before. How hard could it be to just combine speaking and spewing what I know into
This past weekend I had the pleasure of swapping out the saddle for a nice, antiquated pair of my father’s skis. There is nothing like tagging out the red dirt of the Earth to the legal coke of the sky. If you haven’t saved
Disclaimer: Photo Above is a Striped Bass. Not a Grouper. Wanderlust. It is a term that has been thrown around by those who vacationed in the Outer Banks maybe a few times in their childhood. They only claim this ‘persona’ because they drove down