Cadillac Ranch

Mexican radio stations join the dial now in a major way.  I’m getting closer to California, thank god.  I get hungry again and what the fuck do you do when you are hungry in Texas?  Eat a gigantic fucking steak.  I pull off in Amarillo at the Big Texas Steakhouse and attempt to do myself proper.  A half dozen fat homely waitresses in Daisy Duke’s and cowboy hats and boots whirl around the weary looking truckdrivers.  Deer and steer heads... Read More

Metamorphosis

I made my escape after 5 hardcore days of my VA Beach friends trying to give me liver cancer and even though every part of me just wanted to get back on the road I was torn.  It was hard to say goodbye to the friends and places.  Memory is a dirty liar when it comes to things like this, and for some reason even though I was haunted by the experiences of a life that was gone, there was a part of me that didn’t want to leave.  I met Colin on my... Read More

Necropolis

I step off the death flight still in a daze from the pills and boredom and immediately throw my kit into my rental minivan (I got a free upgrade so just shut the fuck up right now).  Power through a three hour drive from DC to VA Beach for the first Halloween I’ve spent stateside for as long as I can remember.  My brain is having trouble adjusting.  Maybe it’s the Ambiens, maybe culture shock, but everything starts to seem weird.  And not... Read More

War Wacky

Time was drawing close for me to get out of Iraq (hopefully for the last time).  Every time I’m about to get the fuck out of this place my tolerance for bullshit goes way down.  This is lousy because I don’t have patience for anything, but at the same time all madness of the place seems to resonate more vibrantly in my mind giving me pause to reflect on truly how fucked up this situation really is.  It all started about 2 weeks out.  Two short... Read More

End of the Line

I’m finally back, god it feels good. The trip home was an insane rollercoaster. I have a lot of notes on my final days in iraq as well as the road trip and everything else. The nov 1 post was actually a october one that i never got a chance to upload. hopefully that will tide peeps over until i get the next big article put up… little prelude here.. this one is crazy… fucking crazy. I kind of went all the way and then some. Regardless,... Read More

Train Station

Burned out train station in Gary Indiana, November 7, 2006 Harold: Gary, Indiana! What a wonderful name, Named for Elbert Gary of judiciary fame. Gary, Indiana, as a Shakespeare would say, Trips along softly on the tongue this way– Gary, Indiana, Gary Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Let me say it once again. Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, That’s the town that “knew me when.” If you’d like to have a logical explanation How... Read More

Musical Autobiography

Making movement toward home. I get mixed up sometimes and call this place home. I gotta stop coming here so my brain doesn’t get confused. In celebration of my escape from this place I wanted to put together a song list that would embody my plight over here for the past couple years. This is tough because its all other peoples’ poetry, but I wanted something that carried with it my thoughts and experiences. Not a small challenge, and I... Read More