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The Surfing Machine: 10 Reasons To Surf
2020 has been a banner year for me.  I'm realizing my dream of living in Mexico and learning Spanish.  I live right, smack on the Pacific Ocean.  I hear the waves crashing when I fall asleep at night, then I wake up and ride them.  I finally learned how to surf here,...
Mail Disappeared at Customs
My voting ballot is stuck in the mail in Mexican customs.  I have until Nov. 3rd to mail it in.  The chances of me receiving it before then are slim to none.  It might take weeks to get here.  It might never get here.  To say that I am hurt, angry, and disappointed is...
Learning How To Surf in Mexico
Learning To Surf I've spent 2020 almost entirely in rural Ghana and Mexico.  I've been bitten by some mosquitos during that time, but no bug bit me as hard as the surfing bug.  I live a 10-minute walk from the Pacific Ocean and have been learning to surf over the past...
The Real Reasons I Do The Things I Love

The Real Reasons I Do The Things I Love

Last night I got sick to my stomach from smoking too much weed cumulatively over the past several weeks.  This was the second time this has happened to me, so I took some time to reflect on why this happened and why I felt compelled to smoke weed until I became...

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Morning Glory

Morning Glory

Everyone loves a good shit-your-pants story, and I almost had one this morning. I have to shit first thing every morning, usually between 6:00 and 7:30 a.m.  I don't have an alarm clock.  I wake up when I have to shit.  That's how I know it's time to start the day....

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Bomb Like A Man

Bomb Like A Man

I was at a comedy show at Lestat's with my friend a while back, and the comedian onstage told a joke that fell flat.  Then he told a story about how he questioned whether or not to tell the joke before he went on stage but then said, "Nah.  Get up there and bomb like...

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Straight To The Glory Hole

Straight To The Glory Hole

I was walking on the sidewalk to the coffee shop when a man approached me from behind.  I didn't recognize him. He said, "Hey.  I've seen you running.  You have a really nice physique." "Thank you." "I have a glory hole at my house.  Can I get your number?" It took a...

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A Saturday Night Witching: She Stole My Words

A Saturday Night Witching: She Stole My Words

Saturday night, I met a woman who astounded me.  It was a launch party for a magazine she published.  She read it out loud in front of everyone.  It was a packed house.  The truth of her words hit me and woke things up inside of me I hadn't felt.  But when I tried to...

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Making Art and Escaping the Tyranny of the Workplace

Making Art and Escaping the Tyranny of the Workplace

First Day As An Artist I woke up feeling different this morning and spent the first part of the day wondering why.  The answers came to me during my morning run through Balboa Park, like they often do.  I realized that today was my first day as an artist.  I clearly...

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