Jun 1, 2023 | Uncategorized
When my parents named me after a hitchhiker they picked up in a blizzard somewhere between Wyoming and Nebraska, I don’t believe they had the intention that I become a hitchhiker myself. But that’s what happened. I became someone who flings his thumb into the road at...
Jan 26, 2023 | Uncategorized
On my final day living in the Czech Highlands, yellow light from the train station hovered over the snow falling on the tracks. It was a cold December night, and my friends had kept me out drinking until the last train left Havlíčkův Brod at midnight. I found a car...
Jul 29, 2022 | Uncategorized
When I hit the street my first thought was: they’re going to shoot me in the back of the head. Then, I stood up and four young men began circling me like sharks, punching me in the face. Beating me. I heard one of them yell, “We’re gonna kill you, white boy!” and he...
May 27, 2022 | Uncategorized
I got out of my old Toyota truck, stood on the ridge, and looked out at the Pacific Ocean. Walls of water were rolling in big and breaking with massive sprays of whitewash being blown by the January wind. Each gust tore across the ocean’s surface, rushing against me...
Apr 10, 2022 | Uncategorized
I learned to bartend from a handsome, pepper-bearded, and self-described “old queen” named Daisy in Key West, Florida when I was 19. It was at a restaurant called Mangoes off Duval Street, and I was the youngest and only straight bartender. During that time, I lived...
