What in the actual fuck

Day two of my cross-country bus trip is already off to a shit start. Firstly my bus in Vegas was supposed to leave at like 2:00 am last night. It didn’t. Instead, the motherfucker didn’t even show up until 8:00 am this morning, and we didn’t leave till like 8:20 am. Now all of the […]

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Trust issues

I learned a long time ago that there truly is only one person you will ever be able to count on and that person is you. Truth be told, everybody falls off. And so I have trust issues. It is crazy to me how unreliable and shady the general public really is. It used to […]

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Just saying

Just in case you forgot, you are a bad motherfucker. Life isn’t easy and for some it’s downright brutal. The world can be a cold place at times, leaving you feeling empty and alone. People can be ruthless proving time after time that as a whole they are selfish and uncaring. Ignoring the struggles and […]

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Know when to fold them

This gambling addiction is no joke. In my 41 years on this planet I’ve been addicted to something or the other for about 33 of those years, maybe more. From sex to crack cocaine. Food to heroin. I’ve never met a mistake I wasn’t willing to make. I’ve been to rehab, did T.C. in prison. […]

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Well I’m finally on the plane headed back to Oregon. Four days late and $80 poorer but better late then never. And I got a window seat for the flight back which I’ve never had, this is only the third time that I’ve flown so I’m pretty stoked. It was kinda hard to get on […]

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It’s easy to be negative, to beat yourself up and overthink all of the mistakes that you’ve made. Hindsight is 20/20 and with that it is easy to see what you did wrong and how you could have done better. I personally am my own worst critic and can be downright ruthless to myself when […]

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The Portland Zoo

I’m not sure if they started with the head injury or if I had always had them but this when I started remembering them. Delusions of grandeur. Dreams of carnage and destruction. I feel like I’ve always had them but I can’t be for sure. Dreams of stolen national guard tanks, covered in graffiti and […]

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No place like home

I love Colorado. And Silverthorne will always be my home, my stomping grounds. But you can take this cold shit and shove it up your ass. I left Portland wearing shorts and a tank top with the weather like 70°/75° and landed in Denver to a snow storm and 32°. I have no idea how […]

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