Veronica Slips Into Something More...Comfortable.

      In March 2006, I bought a 2006 Harley Davidson XL883R Sportster. I named her Veronica. I was still in the Air Force, so I could still afford her. She was pretty. Soon, I found myself out of the Air Force but still in Alaska with a dwindling bank account. I got a job and saved some money to head down to Arizona before the snow hit for one of Alaska's infamous 23-year winters.

Context Allows Comprehension - From October 14, 2009

      Recently I came across an internet pic(aren't they all now?) that showed how small our planet is compared to some of the known celestial orbs floating around the universe. First it shows Earth next to the moon, Mars and Venus. Next is Earth next to Neptune and Uranus(teehee). Then Jupiter. Then our sun. From there it compares our sun to other stars found in the galaxy until our massive sun is about the size of a pixel. That period i just typed? That's about 4 pixels depending on the format your reading this. The next enormous star is then dwarfed by another star and another. The cycle ends but just because these are the only ones we've seen thus far. And by "seen", I mean the ones we've pointed the Hubble Telescope towards for an extended period of time. If you haven't been paying attention to astronomy's greatest instrument lately, then I'll let you know what it has been up to.

How I Made Money In Seattle - From April 11, 2007

      While looking for a job, I jumped onto Craigslist. I found a link looking for volunteers and I called the number for the medical study of the year. The person who answered was a student that also worked for the University of Washington. He asked me some medical history questions and i passed. now that I was qualified to get hammered, he scheduled me for the following Monday to go in and start chugging.

The Flaming Polish Vodka Shot - From June 9, 2007

      One Saturday night in Songtan, South Korea, my buddy Ivan Hunt and I ventured downtown to get completely hammered. It was our soul purpose that night and in more than one way, we succeeded. On Saturday nights back then, our curfew was 2am. We tooled around for a couple hours before 1:30am came around. We didn't think we were drunk enough, so we headed towards a bar called The Chicken Head. This fine establishment is owned and operated by Jonathan. Jonathan is a mechanical genius. He likes to make things outta junk. Things like a mask that forces straight alcohol down your throat in an attempt to out-drink your buddy. Things like taking a bunch of broken down motorcycles and wiring the lights into the building electricity and placing them throughout the bar. Awesome right? so Ivan and I barge in and announce that we wanna be drunk. Jonathan thinks that's a fantastic idea and produces a bottle from behind the bar.

Today in Things That Happened Whilst Stopped At A Traffic Light - From September 21, 2010

      So I'm stopped at a red light on 1st Ave and Bell St. today after fixing something for a site and I see this bulky black guy across the street. He has on a white wifebeater, white beanie, sweatpants with one leg pulled up and flip flops. But what really pulled the outfit together was the headphones, the savvy swagger and the hiphop recital. To no one in particular. My guess is that he had been doing this for blocks. My daydream was that he had been at it for years across continents. Anyway, he is really into his own imaginary rap video until he stops at the corner to wait to cross the street. As soon as he stops, a middle aged white lady (I had my glasses on) pulls her Kia up to the same corner to make a right. When she stops, the guy stoops down and continues his performance while staring at her. She glances at him for half a second. And then guns it. I've never seen a Kia gun it before but if it happens again, it will confirm that Kia tires have the best grip ever. No screech. None. She was gone and the guy's stare followed her until he could longer see the car. He turned towards his original heading and crossed the street.

     In that moment, I wondered what it's like to be in a middle-aged white lady's car when a strange yet confident black man serenades her with unflinching candor. I bet it was really exciting.

Well played sir. Indeed.

My First Addiction

      My parents should have known better. They thought they were doing something good for my sisters and I but it backfired. Maybe my dad bought it because he thought he would like playing it. I don't really remember why they bought us a Nintendo Entertainment System, I just knew that I would be its whore.

Black Swan: A Haiku

Strained mind, honed bodies

Oh fuck she's growing feathers!

Good but not perfect.

Haters gonna hate.