Dec 9, 2022 | Uncategorized
It was Christmas Eve in Seattle in 1992, I had pneumonia, and I invited Boner and Rat Boy over to my apartment to drink Jack Daniels. The sun had sunk hours before, but you could still see the city lights reflecting off the thick clouds that hung low over the Emerald...
Jun 22, 2022 | Uncategorized
A reflection on my dad from a former Bowl Cut Hippie Kid and Punk Rock Droog I have a complicated relationship with my father like many sons and daughters. Mine is filled with a whole gaggle of drugs, lies, and hypocrisies, but also love, loss, and looking for...
Jun 3, 2022 | Uncategorized
My life changed when I had my first panic attack on a one-way flight to Amsterdam from Seattle in the spring of 1993. I wasn’t aware at the time, but my dark plunge into what felt like insanity began my long and sometimes difficult road to mental health, calm, and...
Feb 23, 2022 | Uncategorized
When we left Central Minnesota for Olympia, Washington, it was 5 p.m. the last week of August. I had a vial of Rocket Fuel, a 24-pack of Mountain Dew, and The Doors playing on a battery-powered boombox beside me. Shirtless, with long hair down to the center of my...
