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Tax, Man
There was creampufs, there was reformed chopperazzi, there was lostertarians, there was Iggy Azalea wannabees, there was your standard moonlancers and hustlers, there was a guy who just was damsel-in-distressed, there was apes and punks of course and there was Proof of Attendance Protocols or a POAP as I came to learn. I was a photographer with eyes on starting my own magazine and I guess I was some combination of all the above except I would never get damsel-in-distressed because I hate goin...
Tax, Man
There was creampufs, there was reformed chopperazzi, there was lostertarians, there was Iggy Azalea wannabees, there was your standard moonlancers and hustlers, there was a guy who just was damsel-in-distressed, there was apes and punks of course and there was Proof of Attendance Protocols or a POAP as I came to learn. I was a photographer with eyes on starting my own magazine and I guess I was some combination of all the above except I would never get damsel-in-distressed because I hate goin...
It Ain't Much
I was 47 when it struck me I wouldn’t be able to do it all. The years would stop coming, and I wasn’t the most motivated toucan in the bird shed. I wouldn’t be a cabinet maker, and learn French, and have a world-renowned displate collection, and hike the Appalachian Trail, and restore a villa in the Spanish countryside, and run a cafe on the coast of Nicaragua, and play the banjo, and drive to Nuvuk, and become a B-movie buff, and live in a school bus in the Outback, and be well-read, and fir...
It Ain't Much
I was 47 when it struck me I wouldn’t be able to do it all. The years would stop coming, and I wasn’t the most motivated toucan in the bird shed. I wouldn’t be a cabinet maker, and learn French, and have a world-renowned displate collection, and hike the Appalachian Trail, and restore a villa in the Spanish countryside, and run a cafe on the coast of Nicaragua, and play the banjo, and drive to Nuvuk, and become a B-movie buff, and live in a school bus in the Outback, and be well-read, and fir...
You Met Me at Ringer Park
White Mouse was a white guy. Short, greasy dark hair, maybe 20. Pale. Very pale. Turned out there was a reason for that. I think he wore a wife beater, baggy pants barely propped up by one of those cloth belts, and skate shoes, but that may be my mind amalgamating other kids in their late teens/early twenties from my days at Ringer. Though I tended to collect their You Met Me POAPs – but not White Mouse’s, I’ll get to that – they rarely used an image of themselves so it wasn’t a reliable tool...
You Met Me at Ringer Park
White Mouse was a white guy. Short, greasy dark hair, maybe 20. Pale. Very pale. Turned out there was a reason for that. I think he wore a wife beater, baggy pants barely propped up by one of those cloth belts, and skate shoes, but that may be my mind amalgamating other kids in their late teens/early twenties from my days at Ringer. Though I tended to collect their You Met Me POAPs – but not White Mouse’s, I’ll get to that – they rarely used an image of themselves so it wasn’t a reliable tool...
Interview
Nine of our best friends would be coming and going over the next few weeks, some staying almost the entire time. It was the first day everyone was together. We’d finished building only six months prior, a quarter mile sandy trail to the beach with views of the ocean from the back deck. Our place in the Keys. I’d just returned from an afternoon in the water and then a long rinse in the outdoor shower as the sunlight took on an orange glow. Now we were on the deck. I put on a Jimmy Buffet recor...
Interview
Nine of our best friends would be coming and going over the next few weeks, some staying almost the entire time. It was the first day everyone was together. We’d finished building only six months prior, a quarter mile sandy trail to the beach with views of the ocean from the back deck. Our place in the Keys. I’d just returned from an afternoon in the water and then a long rinse in the outdoor shower as the sunlight took on an orange glow. Now we were on the deck. I put on a Jimmy Buffet recor...
Roll Hunting
My ritual, for a while. Box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, family size pack of Twizzlers, liter of lemon Brisk iced tea and a 64-oz mug packed with ice. A few thousand in coins on the table, fresh rolls from the bank stacked up like a pyramid of crisp, unlit Marlboros. Start unraveling them around 10PM, separating pre-1965 or any with errors in the inscription, date mark, mint mark, die rotation, edge, material. Tail end of Monday Night Football or wrestling or CSI: Miami or Desparate Housewives o...
Roll Hunting
My ritual, for a while. Box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, family size pack of Twizzlers, liter of lemon Brisk iced tea and a 64-oz mug packed with ice. A few thousand in coins on the table, fresh rolls from the bank stacked up like a pyramid of crisp, unlit Marlboros. Start unraveling them around 10PM, separating pre-1965 or any with errors in the inscription, date mark, mint mark, die rotation, edge, material. Tail end of Monday Night Football or wrestling or CSI: Miami or Desparate Housewives o...
