Spicer Town: D Rock
D-Rock, A.K.A. Big Pappy. D-Rock was a stage comedian, a fellow bohemian, and my friend. He was also my roommate at the pad in Spicer Town. “YOU GUYS!!! YOU GUYS!!! COPS ARE HERE, YOU GUYS HAVE TO FUCKIN COME AND DEAL WITH THIS.” D was pounding on my bedroom door like mad. “ JACK, I’M NOT FUCKIN AROUND, YOUR CRAZY BITCH GOT THE COPS DOWN HERE, SO YOU DEAL WITH IT!!!!” See,...
Fingernail Polish Remover
The year was 1991—the dawn of grunge rock. I remember walking out of the theater with my girlfriend after seeing Thelma and Louise, but I don’t remember exactly which theater it was—probably a discount theater, given my limited financial resources at the time. The movie starred Susan Sarandon, who earlier in her career played Janet in the Rockey Horror Picture Show. Brad Pitt...
When you drive across the country with some one, you get pretty deep into stories. At first you have small talk, then some radio, and the inevitable silent periods, but eventually you open up a little. Mark is an interesting dude. He has resided and worked all over America and parts of Central America too, working a variety jobs. Mark is a real renaissance man. During our time together, he...
What would happen?
I wonder; what would happen if I decided to relax and be myself in real life? What if the white shirt with extra starch and the tie didn’t hide my secret identity like a mixed up super hero. What then?
The Zen Master
What can I do at this point? Have I already jumped off the bridge, and now I just wait for gravity to do what it does? Or am I safe and everything is going to work out just fine? What can I do? Up ahead, is that my salvation or my doom I see? The harder I try to focus, the more distorted the images become. I just don’t know, and it drives me crazy. I try to predict, to calculate the...
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Whither goes thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?– Jack Kerouac, On The Road
Spicer Town: May Day
May Day. Spicer Town. The University of Akron—1997. It was late, but I was determined not to miss it again. The two previous years I had missed it completely, but I had left work just as soon as I could. I knew that they wouldn’t wait, but, I thought, no big—It was only 11:30pm. I pulled into the drive way and noticed that the house was dark, but that didn’t...
It seems I’m always one step away from being truly happy. This is not to say that I am unhappy, or it doesn’t mean that I am not happy with everything in my life; I’m very happy with some things, like my family. I love my family. Most of the happiness I have comes from them. They are wonderful, and they are as crazy as I am, and I love that too. So that’s not it. There...
I took a vacation day today. It’s sunny but cold in Ohio today. I just made coffee. Plans? I’m reading some Jack Kerouac, playing on Facebook, reading blogs by Anaïs Escobar, maybe some guitar later. The coffee smells good. Almost time for some delta blues. J.
I met Silvie Pussycat, the lead singer of Silent Meow, at Steph’s party my first night in L.A. I talked to her a bit, but I was so beat down and jet lagged that I wasn’t a very good conversation partner.
In This Crazy World
Someone will love me no matter what. Is it because I’m such a lovable guy? No, plenty of jerks get lots of love. It doesn’t matter why. It’s always been that way, and I imagine that it always will be. So I have that going for me. At least it’s something I can count on in this crazy world.
Spicer Town: The Pack
We were bohemians back then. Things that were really important to most people didn’t matter to us in the slightest: like having money, a place to stay—it was no big. A financial crisis could be handled by digging through the couch cushions; a place to stay could be secured with a bit of flirting. It didn’t matter; we revolved around each other, and no matter where you woke up,...
The Promised Land
we are living the wrong lives for our souls and so we feel out of place alienated uncomfortable there is a path for us and a place we’ve not reached the promised land yet but there is a promised land it exists like it or not, we are compelled to seek it its in us and there can be no peace with out it
Spicer Town: Stairway to Nowhere
Let me tell you a little bit about the place in Spicer Town. It was an old house cut up into three apartments. It looked like it may have been nice—a long time ago but not when we were there. You walked into our apartment and you where in the living room. To your left was a huge set of double doors—that was my room. To your right was this awesome stairway, finished wood, sculpted banister. Like I...
I swear sometimes I think I’m two completely different people living in the same body…like the Incredible Hulk, except not super strong, or mean, or green, or cool…maybe that’s a bad example. But yeah.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling...– On the Road - Jack Kerouac (via agony80)
Why is every pound of awesome wrapped in in ten pounds of bull shit. Damn it.
Coffee and free WiFi
The life that I have built for myself, though fragile, continues to hold back the chaos of the world. For now. I have this moment, but I know that I am not guaranteed a second more. And now? I enjoy coffee and free wifi at Panera: chilling with my thoughts, spinning with the universe.
Well…maybe my life isn’t going to hell. It’s too soon to tell for sure, but there is still hope.
It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do...– Chuck Palahniuk
What it is
Just breathe and let it be what it is. Experience it for what it is. Don’t fight it. Don’t run from it. Don’t hide from it. It is what it is, and nothing can change that. Nothing.
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it...– Buddha (via kari-shma)