Archive for the ‘Personal History’ Category

“Well I’ll tell you one thing that I know. You don’t face your demons down,  You gotta grapple ’em, Jack, and pin ’em to the ground.” –Joe Strummer, “Long Shadow” Every June, I go to a conference in the mesa country in northern New Mexico. There’s a couple hundred people of all ages, no cell […]


This is the final installment of my four-part series on a concert festival I went to when I was twenty. For the first entry, along with a more detailed explanation of why I’m posting such a thing, go here. I Ran All The Way Home (Doo wah doo wah doo) The conversation the next morning consisted […]


This is part two (er, obviously) of a four-part series on a concert festival I went to when I was twenty. For the first entry, along with a more detailed explanation of why I’m posting such a thing, go here. Welcome to Sin City Las Vegas, NV By the time we make it to Vegas, the […]


I’ve been going through boxes of old papers (and thinking that someday maybe I’ll go through the Documents file on my computer), seeing what I can get rid of, when I came across this travel journal from 2003 written on looseleaf notepaper. Originally, I was going to just type it up and store it on […]


I’ve been reading Columbine, by Dave Cullen. It was published in 2009, but I put off reading it, because I have this weird disconnect in my head when it comes to Columbine stuff. I both want to know everything, to try and understand, but whenever I think about it for long I go into my […]


I’m near the younger end of my cousins. I have four cousins younger than me, and twelve that are older, so when I was a kid and we went back to Louisiana to visit them, I was almost always one of the youngest ones there. So sometimes, while my parents talked with their siblings, I […]


I wrote this in high school, fifteen or sixteen years ago, but found it recently. The comic book referenced throughout is this one, one of the first independently published comics that I ever got into. It’s wildly violent but also wildly funny and sad. I think I mostly wrote this essay to prove to some English […]


I met some people along the way, Some of them split, some of them stay, Some of them walk, some walk on by, I’ve got a few friends I’ll love till I die. From all of these people I’ve tried to learn, Some of them shine, some of them burn, Some of them rise, some […]


The Border Wall

19Feb15

I wrote this in about 2007. It originally appeared in my zine Spandrel #2. It was before the unattended migrant children that came through in the summer of 2014, before the Tea Party halted all useful talk about our immigration system, before the cartels and the murders got really bad. It has since been published in […]


“What you need to do is open a retirement account and put money in your 401(k).” I raised my eyebrows. “Find me a full-time job that offers me even a possibility of that, and I’d be more than happy to.” This happens, so much, when I’m talking to people over the age of fifty. They […]