I'm sitting on a rock. The water flows past me, energy runs through me. I feel at home here. We weren't meant to live in four walls. It's a humid day; there was a big storm a couple of nights ago. The water covers the rocks where a woman was sunbathing last week. Something just … Continue reading Stream of Consciousness, Written at a Stream.
Drama has found its way to the café today. There’s a man who is here every morning: a tall and slender black man in his older years, unhealthy teeth but a healthy smile. He holds a book and a pack of L&M cigarettes. He props up his phone and laughs often. I can tell he’s … Continue reading Café Drama
What’s your morning routine? Wake up, look at your phone, hate yourself in the shower, grab a muffin and go to work? If this sounds all too common, you should try starting your day with crack cocaine! Get high or die trying babyyyyyy. I’m kidding. Don’t start your day with crack cocaine. Don’t start your … Continue reading How to Start a Morning Routine
Well, shit… here we are. Four months in Austin. What a wacky and wild ride so far. I don’t know what I expected to happen when I came here. I don’t know if I expected anything at all to be honest. I just knew I wanted to come here. I’ve known I want to be … Continue reading Finding the Blog’s Identity
I need to get bug spray. Both of my ankles are surrounded by 360 degrees of bug bites. I’m taking it as a compliment. I’ve got some sexy ankles. Everyone wants a piece. Come get some, bitches. Boy, life is good right now. I’ve been finding my groove out here in all sorts of different … Continue reading Turning Obstacles into Opportunities
Holy smoked salami is it a beautiful day today. The weather in Austin is very interesting. It’s super nice one minute and then pouring penis the next. The weather app will say it’s going to be 79 degrees and then it turns out to be 100. It’s kind of fun. I always get a chuckle … Continue reading Performance Through Trial and Error
I think I’m going to order a tea. I need to figure out if it makes me shit myself or not. Speaking of shitting yourself, I found a name for my potential memoir some day: Between the Poop. A story about the things that happen in between running to the bathroom. I’m sitting here right … Continue reading Poop
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Weeeeeeeeeeeee. I had the most amazing set last night. It wasn’t all roses before that, though. It was actually no roses. The day was pretty awful before that. What do they say, though? It’s always darkest before the dawn? I guess I have to share my tragic love story for some background. Before the pandemic … Continue reading My Tragic Love Story
Shaba daba ding dong. Interesting. The only word which was supposedly spelled wrong in that beautiful prelude was “daba.” I don’t know what a shaba is, but I want one. Oh, I was wrong. It says shaba is spelled wrong now. Must have just been because it was capitalized as the first word of the … Continue reading Shaba daba ding dong and Some Thoughts on Writing
