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January 2009

More of the old C3PO, please.

Operation Valkaryie led by a one-eyed Cruise. Mickey Rourke in a bad die-job and tights, wrestling the broken hero myth into a headlock. Frank Langella’s brilliant reprisal of his stage role as Nixon. Notorious B.I.G.’s resurrection. Indians swimming through feces for love and a million dollars. Clint Eastwood as a Korean war vet, a racist staring us down the [...]

Betty

There’s testosterone pumping through each man. This can result in mechanical prowess or male pattern baldness. This hormone can influence one’s choice in a canine.
I worked as a deckhand on a dredging barge in my early twenties. It was tough work, we almost capsized on a Friday and a Monday. I quit the job on a Tuesday. Later, [...]

Helldog

That’s what J.D. called it. “Helldogging”. It sounds like a Danzig song, but the term was in reference to my long distance road-trip habit. I’ve driven 24 hours straight through the snow from California to Montana. Without drugs.
I’ve driven I-5 from LA to SF at least a hundred times. I’ve driven 17 hours, solo, with only four stops between [...]

Welcome 2009

U2’s “New Year’s Day” on the stereo. Never has the entire world released such a collective sigh of relief that one calendar year has passed. 
I pack my truck and move North.