Nov 4, 2022 | Uncategorized
I went to Vietnam to surf and was forgiven for a war. My knees were bent and nearly touching my stomach as I sat in a small, red plastic chair. I was dripping with sweat and sipping a beer on the curbside of a corner bia hoi in Hanoi, Vietnam. Feeling like a...
Sep 12, 2022 | Uncategorized
The fire that eradicated most of what I owned when I was 15 years old was emancipation from things. I became a Minimalist with one spark of a flame. But that October day still smells burnt in my memories. It was the day my childhood ended. Walking through the...
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...
