Jan 2, 2026 | memoir, travel
When I was nineteen years old, I lived at the southernmost tip of the continental U.S., two blocks from Ernest Hemingway’s old house in Key West, Florida. My home was a one-bedroom shotgun bungalow with four other young bohemians. Two of them shared the bed, two...
Dec 10, 2025 | memoir, travel
It was hot in the mid-morning sun as I waited along the side of the autobahn with two German policemen rifling through my belongings. Nearly everything in my backpack was spread across the hood of the two-door Škoda car I’d been riding in. My heart raced and I rocked...
Dec 1, 2025 | memoir, music
It was Xmas Eve in Seattle in 1992, and I had the night off from working at the Off Ramp. I also had pneumonia, so I invited Boner and Rat Boy over to my apartment to drink Jack Daniel’s. The sun had sunk hours before, but you could still see the city lights...
Nov 14, 2025 | memoir, music, travel
I had just left my job at the Off Ramp Cafe and Lounge, an infamous club that had helped the early 1990s Seattle music scene rise, explode, and burn out all in a very short period of years. There at that venue, I had formed a family with a pack of fantastic...
Aug 7, 2024 | memoir, travel
I was lying on my back staring straight up at a bare light bulb hanging from a long, naked wire. The light was off and the pension room was dark, but I could see the headlights of cars trail across the ceiling and walls around me. I wanted to close my eyes, but every...
