No Free Lunches.

WAR IS...beautiful.

Busted.

People make mistakes every day. Every single day. That's not what does it.

People make bigger mistakes, often. Or at least, every once in a while. The fact that they're bigger, that's not what does it, either.


It's getting caught. That's what does it. Making a big(ger) mistake, and getting caught.


A figure of authority is standing over you, looking through you. He's waving a finger back and forth. Saying over and over,  "Busted. Just... busted." Even more- he assures you that, if he really wanted to, he could break you down much worse. He could really fuck shit up for you. And you hate him for a minute, and you hate yourself for a lot longer than that.

Getting caught. That's what does it. 

Afterward, all of your self-confidence runs away from you. Runs screaming away. Like you were the fucking plague. It comes back with time- but definitely not right away. And your calves grow exponentially from all that tip-toeing around.

The Order's All Wrong.

Death-roll. Death-rattle. Death-hurl.

Pitchers of Pool-Water

One of my favorite cousins (no hard feelings- I love all of you equally) did this, years back. She and her husband were showing me around the house they had just bought. This, and several other works, were pinned to the wall in one of the bedrooms.

I saw it, and I said, "Woah. That's really good. I really like this one. Can I have it?!"

Like a fucking five-year old. "I like it. Can I have it?!" Rude. And not very cool.


But she is very cool. She said of course I could have it. Then she and her husband let me pass out in that same guest bedroom. Championship people, those two.



Couldn't tell you, even today, why I liked it so much. But I did, and I still do.

Wild Turkey Weekend

Sick photo-op, dude.

Your girlfriend doesn't even look at this blog. So quit stressing.

New Gear

They tight, huh?

Well, no. They look rather baggy, actually.

Take one. Or two.

If it's lying on the bar, I'm nabbing it. Like, straight-up.

Manderson.

Never put Bones Swiss into old wheels. Some jerk-off told me that, years ago.

I get to be that asshole, now. Financial success is measured in such ways. Here's to peaking at sixteen.

Thank You Very Much.

Big ups, Jared.