Here’s a quick Paul story. Me and him have been like brothers for almost 10 years, yet sometimes he still manages to surprise the shit out of me. One day, this past winter, Paul and I are sitting on the side of 7 Eleven, having a smoke and sipping on Four Loco. It’s cold, damp, […]
“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 InterchangeDallas, TXOctober 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 seconds to
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
Another Day at the Office Read Post »
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, bad or otherwise – I owe all of the absolute highs and lows of my
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 I was a bit of an asshole in my youth. Kicked out of schools, trouble with the law, no real regard for
I’ve put off telling my story for awhile now because much of this story hurts. Sometimes it’s too painful to think about and though I wouldn’t change most of it and I’m even fond of some of it, I knew that in order to tell it properly, I’d have to dig deep into memories I’ve
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
It’s All About Her Read Post »
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.
