While digging through a drawer this morning, looking for a Crown Royal bag filled with my girlfriends’ mom’s jewelry, I found a plain, white cardboard box. I instantly knew what was inside. I popped it open, and was taken back... Continue Reading →
Sitting in my house, staring at the wind blowing the plethora of flags in straight lines away from the coast, I decided I needed to do something. But first I took my shoes off. I went over eight months without... Continue Reading →
(Note: This was written a while ago. There is a nice start to a pulpy story in here, minus the misogyny...) I’m sitting on a bar stool in a nowhere cantina just outside of Galveston. My Shiner Bock is just... Continue Reading →
Good lord. Two empty bottles of Shiner Bock. The former drink of choice and depression. And a Mardi Gras string of Saints themed footballs. The stuff. It can own ya. It can consume ya. It can drag you down. And... Continue Reading →
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