Chode

A friend recently got back into town from a dusty yet uneventful overseas deployment and after a phone call we met up the other night at the Whistle Stop for some cold beers and Connect-Four.  Tuesday night is game night at the W/S, and nowadays it’s the best night to rip that place up ever since the weekends became the equivalent of playing twister with a hundred pale nerds wearing tight jeans in a rickety cattle car.  As the DJ spun soothing... Read More

Kulturkampf (North Park is Dead)

My X-Box 360 got a red ring of death last night.  I found a gray hair this morning while applying my Rogaine… and North Park is dead! It was a strange day.  I woke up hungover.  My brain felt like it was wrapped in gauze, working its way through a slow burn.  My head felt obtuse, my hands clumsy.  I grabbed my laundry and headed for the Laundromat.  Powerlines hang over the city like a web.  The clunk of my coins into the machine was... Read More

Quantum Gallery

“Reality is non-local.” Not only do the elementary particles that make up the things we see around us not exist until they are observed, but they are not, at the most essential level, even identifiably separable from other such particles arbitrarily far away. Under the 15 Freeway next to Qualcomm stadium exists a hidden cache of street art and skateboard ramps that are the principal components to a ‘quantum gallery’.  This quantum... Read More

“CultFit”

Over the last several years I have witnessed a disturbing trend in the realm of physical fitness.   The movement known as CrossFit touting its “functional fitness” has spread like genital herpes in a frat house.  Ordinarily I would embrace any tendencies by the general public towards physical fitness, being that I decry the horrors of obesity and its prevalence in our culture today.  Unfortunately, CrossFit, more aptly named “CultFit”,... Read More

Saturation Point

A target was identified, my hunger was awakened, and a mission was launched.  Atop Mt. Laguna in eastern San Diego lies the decaying corpse of a military base known as a DEW Point.  Using the internet I compiled my research of the site.  Overhead imagery, a crude hand-drawn map of the base facilities, as well as working directions of how to get there.  With flashlight in hand I headed out for the mountain-top ruins. Once part of the D.E.W. Line... Read More

“He [neighbor's "possessed" dog] won’t let me stop killing until he gets his fill of blood.” – David Berkowitz

I’ve been getting into a lot of fights lately.  Yeah, great, so fucking what.  Huge revelation there, right? Well the thing is that I really have never gotten into that many fights.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m no stranger to smashing a dude’s face in, but the frequency has definitely increased.  Another strange detail is that the reasons for these fights is just as mysterious as their recent frequency.  It’s not like I don’t know why... Read More

Atlas Shrugged

Horns honk intermittently while the sound of engines revving and brakes whining fills in every last gap of silence. There is no silence in the city. There is no silence in modern life. The smell of exhaust is overpowering, the sickly toxic bonding of carbon monoxide with my blood – the human body craves the poison hundreds of times more than it craves oxygen. My body is killing itself. Modern life is assisted suicide. My body is dying and... Read More

Green Farm

I have long searched through this world for ruins.  Even as a child exploring abandoned places was of primary interest.  Shadow strewn construction sites, haunted burnt-out old buildings, and creepy derelict expanses were both church and school to me.  Lonely places, empty places.  Through my miserable life I have followed this impulse all the way down the rabbit hole.  I have explored the ruins of modern civilizations and ancient ones alike. ... Read More

Death Bums

“Sometimes you just have to piss in the sink.” AKPC_IDS += "4611,";Popularity: 1% [?] Read More

Obey (Obama) Pepsi

Sometimes in my travels I have come across something that immediately inspires rage and true hatred inside of me.  These things are not always obvious and can at times be very subtle, apparently innocuous, and for the most part benign, yet they create in me an immediate impulse control crisis that in turn generates the threat of imminent violence.  In the past the things that have caused me to want to smash to pieces either the item of disdain,... Read More