The sad reality is that, if you’re using porn, you are most likely a slave to it. I know because I was a slave to porn. And although I haven’t used it in over a year, I still sometimes feel like a slave.

I sit out on the front porch and feel the mist of the pouring rain.

Often, when it rains, you hear people say things like “What a crappy day.” At least that’s what Grandma Izzy used to say every single time it rained. Literally. Like clock work. But I don’t think she truly meant it. Only that she was programmed to think rain = crappy...

A mushroom told me this once.

I was knee deep in my first solo mushroom ceremony back in 2018. I call it the Bar Mitzvah I never had. I’m jewish but not got to celebrate my “manhood” back when I was 13.

12 years later and I’m only now becoming a man.

Piss on my shirt and piss on the rug. A great start to my morning.

Riley is a new puppy. I’m not his father, rather his uncle, but he’s mine to watch over during the weekdays....

Like most men, my father had his issues. Issues that have impacted my family (a blog - or rather, a book - for another day perhaps). He died when I was 9.