You Live ’til You Die

In memory of Mark Lanegan - the story of how I became me.

Monday Like A Motherfucker

Think you've hate Mondays, wait until you hear about this one!

Coming In Cold – Beer, Toss, Cops

In 2004 I attended a keg party in the backyard of a friend of an acquaintance in Iowa City. The party itself was non-exceptional, although I did get to see the acquaintance Jello wrestle her sister in a kiddie pool, which was uncomfortably amusing and transfixingly creepy. To be honest, I didn't care much for …

The Lost Car Story

While living with the Wickman's on the farm in Iowa County I began to explore entirely new avenues of poor judgement and creative misadventure. I already had a good education in excessive urban antics and now it was time see how well I could adapt to some down home country debauchery and debacles. And when …

Enough About the Chicken

I met Dave the summer before my senior year. He was a childhood friend of a guy I knew from drama classes, Justin, and while we had not exactly hit it off, Justin believed that me and Dave had a lot more in common, and insisted he introduce me when Dave came up from Texas …