Nadaam, Nietzsche, New World Order

I escaped Siberia, a spoiled wilderness enslaved by a desperate and defeated people.  There must be scenic solitude somewhere on this earth, sought refuge in Mongolia, no dice.  Ulaan Bataar is a bustling shit town, dirtier than it appears.  The Mongolians, I call them Mongoloids simply because I’m an irreverent fuck, seem a friendly and proud people.  They are living through the slow rape of the last of their legacy.  These are not a large... Read More

A Winter w/o Temperature

Irkutsk, Lustvyanka, Lake Baikal – Siberia Russa (July 2010) The Age by Osip Mandelstam (1891 – 1938) My age, my beast, is there anyone Who can peer into your eyes And with his own blood fuse Two centuries’ worth of vertebrae? The creating blood gushes From the throat of earthly things, And the parasite just trembles On the threshold of new days. While the creature still has life, The spine must be delivered, While with the unseen... Read More

Dear Valued Customer

Dear Valued Customer, We are very pleased to announce… FUCK YOU! Your bullshit company is so unsophisticated and lazy that you can’t be bothered to have your junk mail robot print out my fucking name?  If you don’t even know my name, why the hell should I even listen to one word you have to tell me?  Suffice it to say I was fed up with San Diego, fed up with my life drama, fed up with my life.  The trip couldn’t have come a moment too... Read More

Maiden Voyage

It was just before the 4th of July.  I had got back in touch with an old friend and we decided to catch up over drinks before I spent the next day with family.  Going back to Orange County is always conflicting for me.  I remember very well the absolute revile I used to feel about the place when I lived there.  The sterility, the pointlessness, the frivolity in place of what I would consider ‘real experience’.  I had my Holden Caufield moments... Read More

Iraq (The Movie) Part III: “This time its personal”

Why is it such a hassle to go on deployment? Every time it’s the same shit but it never stops being a pain in the ass. I mean I’m used to all the issues. Preparing, packing, getting bills in order, saying goodbye to friends and family, dealing with the airport bullshit – hey look, going new places rocks but a lot of travel really fucking sucks. I think maybe it’s the hardships and complications that gives you an opportunity to either experience... Read More

Elvis Has Left the Building

Days to go: zero (just a wake up) We fucking made it. The contract is done. Time to go home. We’ve been a combination of exhausted and excited all day. We had a bunch of work to do but hammered it all out and still had time to mail our guitars home. God damn, what is home anyway, I only have a truck and a storage unit to go back to. Maybe sleep on my mom’s couch for a while. Noah has about the same. We had a long talk in the chow hall... Read More

Road Warriors

As expected the hangover from the GLI (thats the Gypsy Lounge Invasion just in case you were wondering) was un-fucking-believable. I think I was still drunk when mom kicked me and said ‘you wanted to go to the airport at 530 right?’.. but why the hell shouldn’t I still be drunk, we only just smashed our faces shut 2 damn hours ago. So I shook Noah, we loaded up the F-150 and headed for the airport (with me driving!?). Got our gear... Read More

War-iors… Come out and play-eeay!

I slapped together the trip to Iraq into web page format and am gonna plop it online.. I think everyone will get a kick out of it: ROAD WARRIORS . When I created the name for this little baby I was thinking of that part in the movie The Warriors (about that Coney Island street gang) when that dude was clanging the coke bottles with his fingers and saying ‘war-iors… come out and play-eeeay’ .. I think I might be crazy. AKPC_IDS +=... Read More