What my mornings sound like. Crazy peaceful, with birds singing, distant traffic hum, and the occasional plane overhead. I mean… What else could I want? Oh, I wake up with my fam here also, so I got that covered as well 😊
Peaceful Morning Moments in the Woods | The Wandering Mick Read Post »
Reflecting on a chapter of my life spent living on the streets of North Texas. Here’s a handful of photos from last year when I was outdoors in Denton, TX. It’s a pretty cool little city with a decent homeless community. I met some good people there but, I returned to North Dallas as my
Living on the Streets of Denton, TX – photos Read Post »
An honest look at life on the streets and the bonds that keep us alive. Here’s a quick Paul story. We have have been like brothers for almost 10 years, yet he sometimes still manages to surprise the shit out of me. One day this past winter, Paul and I are sitting on the side
“If you bring your asshole friends to Starbucks…” Read Post »
This is a re-post of something I’d written for the old site, because just this morning (er. afternoon) I was telling Paul I needed a day off. One where I didn’t need to hit the corner straight away, gather shit, grocery shop, and then pack and bike everything home too tired to work on anything
Few Days Off Out Here… Read Post »
High Five Interchange Dallas, TX October 26, 2018 Sound asleep in the driver seat of my little ’03 Mitsubishi Eclipse at the far side of the Gateway Hotel parking lot one cool autumn afternoon, I get that feeling… That sense of a new, unknown, unexpected and unwanted presence. Keeping my eyes closed for a few
Flying the High Five – chapter one (rough draft) Read Post »
This is the first installment of what I hope to be many “Tales From The Corner”, or “The Office” as we like to refer to it. There are just so many times I walk away feeling infinitely better about the world and the people in it. Sometimes, well… Sometimes I walk away pissed off at
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Setting the record straight with a no-nonsense, honest perspective on life, words, and human connection. Some call me restless. Some might say irresponsible. Others go so far as to say I am haunted. I don’t know about all that, but I know I go where my days take me and take me they do. Good,
Realization… I romanticize things. We know this. I do it a lot in fact. It’s almost an unintentional effort because it’s often how I really see and feel things. It’s a far better way to view things than pure reality most times, and it certainly makes for better storytelling. Don’t you think? I don’t even
If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting? ~ Stephen Levine A personal reflection on the power of unexpected friendship, learning from regret, and a man who believed in me when I hit
“It was on the streets of Dallas that I learned how to drop my guard and truly care for others. I loved greatly and was greatly loved by my adopted family, dysfunctional as it often was.”
You know… In writing my story – 18 months worth of my story at least – I’ve had to constantly examine my motivations in order to tell it proper like and one thing I’ve learned; It truly is “All About Her.” Enjoy,
–Sully
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Monsoon rain all damned week and deep in the bamboo woods section of Cottonwood Creek where we’ve carved out, built, and occupy a small village everyone is too sober to be as wet and aggravated as we were.
