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...
Jul 13, 2022 | Uncategorized
Vacaville appeared in the distance. Jarette looked off to his left and saw the Alamo Inn. A motel just off the highway. There, he once stayed with his girlfriend Chandra. Sucking, screwing, fighting, and crawling through the mire. She had gone down on a woman right in...
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 7, 2022 | Uncategorized
When we left Santa Fe, it was an extremely hot June afternoon. The radiator in Greg’s red hatchback was leaking water badly, he was out of his bipolar medication, and I was late for a gig in Albuquerque. My first set of show dates in New Mexico turned out to be far...
Apr 30, 2022 | Uncategorized
My mom, dad, and I were all in a patient waiting room in Minneapolis. A small room in an area of the children’s hospital. I was cold, wearing nothing but a thin, paper hospital gown. It was the late 80s and I had turned 15 the day before. Half my head was shaved...
