Took this photo while covering a high school wrestling match in December of 2008 (I believe). It's that moment right before the pin. Really dug it then. Still do now.
Echoes are the first thing you notice walking into this once-proud room. Even if moccasins are being worn, footsteps are impossible to hide. Friends and enemies alike are gone. Debates are few. Arguments, non-existent. When a phone rings now, the... Continue Reading →
I used to be a drunk. I drank over a woman. A redheaded woman. A lot. Wasted my mid 30s and my career. This flask helped. Not anymore.
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