The Proof In Our Existence

  People are inherently good. We're raised to believe this concept from the time we're old enough to get bored during liturgy and choose sides on the playground. Most kids aren't concerned with empirical validation when the freedoms they hold most dear are threatened; yanno, stuff like playtime and dessert. Then there was me. I… Continue reading The Proof In Our Existence

3 Days In Woodstock

  The Museum at Bethel Woods is the good acid. Because it will trip you out inside the time spent, with no shitty side effects. Yanno . . like ending up in the ER, or dying. I could go through a good many different sentiments in regards to the forty five minute gallivant me and Q took… Continue reading 3 Days In Woodstock

Sorryless Sunday Morning

I am proclaiming this Sunday to be the intermezzo of my Woodstock series of posts. So in lieu of flower power, Imma post the first in a brand new series that will show up on the regular once I'm finished spilling on my three days of peace and music in the Catskills with the lovely… Continue reading Sorryless Sunday Morning

Never Go Gently

I had a couple ideas roasting nicely when I decided to order out instead. Because to me, Friday dances in rhythm with pizza delivery, frosty brews and righteous vibes. Friday shouldn't be jumping your mellow, it should be jump-starting the sweet trespass of forty eight hours done up all proper and such. Now, the stories… Continue reading Never Go Gently

Life is an outrage, so think simply

In life, there are questions that never get answered. I know I have scores of questions that will follow me to the wherever after, and I'm plenty fine with that. Because I've always been a believer that not all questions are meant to be answered. Certain questions are simply meant to provoke us into moving… Continue reading Life is an outrage, so think simply