When it is Dark – by Sabha G.

I only like to read the Sunday paper.  It’s not like I don’t have time to read it any other day of the week.  I’m just not that interested.  Sure, news is news.  But I look at it like the package deal.  The calendar section.  The funnies.  The cable listings.  Coupons to clip.  The opinion of the common man.  Editorials to line my birdcage.  If I had one. For me, it all revolves around the walk.  Yes, the walk.  I get dressed for... Read More

Cup of Joe – by Sabha G.

It wasn’t easy for him to open the door to his office that morning.  He knew it.  He was through.  He had enough.  The politics.  The bullshit.  A couple of accountants and the government were on his back, trying to pull his strings.  And after thirty years.  Thirty years of playing the game his way.  Working it solo.  Nah.  He had to get out.  Live off his junk bonds and real estate.  Sure, he had a mortgage and alimony to pay, but... 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

The Big Disconnect – by Brad I.

I’ve been doing a fair amount of post-collegiate soul searching lately. Looking at my place in the world and wondering where my efforts would be most effectively applied. Seems pretty straight forward, but unforuntately, it isn’t. Things are pulling from all directions now. We don’t have a youth movement, our wars are manufactured (and thus, pretty tough to get behind on a personal level) and our counterculture is bought and sold for $9.95 with... Read More

The White Plank

The seasons change like a punch in the mouth.  One minute you are hunched over, eyes squinting in the light, shamal blowing dust in your eyes, bowed before the sun.  The next minute you are shaken by thunder, wind, and mud that falls from the sky.  Not sure what is really happening, you are half dressed, exhausted fingers desperately groping for your rifle at 4 am when a massive thunderclap explodes overhead, only moments later to stumble outside... Read More

Back to the Future – by Brad I.

Maybe it’d be simpler to just sum up this 3-day saga into chewable little bits – portions ripe for consumption. Well, the truth is, I can’t – or rather – won’t do that. Fuck that. Life doesn’t spill out its narrative at that pace, no matter how much this all-encompassing ‘postmodern’ framework tries to convince us otherwise. It’s an epic, sprawling clusterfuck of success and failure, of sheer... Read More

9-11

I’ve been working my ass off all week but by a stroke of luck we got today off. 9/11 bitches. So I took a Stacker 3 and powered through some shit here on the site just to keep this place relevant. Hell or High Water is a blast of pure New Orleans glory, an article about my trip down there for disaster relief. The Ultimate Revolution is a transcript of Aldous Huxley from back in the 60′s – just kinda cool if you got some time to tweak... Read More

Sea Creatures

Well here I am over in the shitbox again. I watched a haji piss in the dirt while smoking a cigarette today in 120 degree heat, my bro says to me “dude, these are dirt people”, well to be more accurate they are dirt monkeys but whatever. Oh fuck it.. I’ve got about a million things to do here but I’m totally fucking exhausted. I feel like time is sucking me into a whirlpool. I have nothing but free time but it is almost impossible... Read More

Infection

I feel like I have an infection, but its in my brain. “Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is going on?” The questions eat through several layers of meaning as I walk into another appropriated palace in ruins.  Another one of Saddam’s tributes to himself, a glass and marble mirrored erection protruding out of a barren landscape, now used to plan and execute the dismantling of all his tyrannical works.  Sadly the new occupants are just as oppressed... Read More