15 06 2009
I’ve got a bunch of reading dates coming up, let me hit you with just the first few. This Friday, June 19th at the Knockout on Mission. Starts at 7pm. Tuesday, June 230th, at the Blue Macaw on Mission. Starts at 7pm.
drinking, illegals, illicit sex, recycling, san francisco, weed, writing
15 04 2009
Call me a sucker. A rube. But, I just love it when Hemingway gets rolling.
drinking, illicit sex, old masters
28 11 2008
I didn’t know where I was going or how I thought I could find it, but I ended up in Seattle anyway. I’d had an epiphany. It sounded like my own voice, which I hadn’t heard in years. I once was lost, yeah, but that part about being found had really been confusing me. I […]
10 10 2008
Though I’m only two stories into Well Tower’s first collection, “Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned”, the book is turning into a delightful find. Towers spins his prose with a quirky matter-of-factness making the odd and strange seem at home amongst the norm of everyday life.
drinking, fuck ups, reviews, wells tower
14 04 2008
I was born in New York. I am a fan of baseball. There are only twenty people in this country that have the same last name as me. See? That isn’t difficult. I don’t have to divulge national secrets, but goddamnit I do have to say something. Just whatever. Make some kind of effort. C’mon […]
baseball, drinking, fuck ups, mexicano borachos
16 05 2007
“I’m in a trajectory of ascension,” he said, not looking me in the eyes as he slowly set down his glass. I watched him, his shoulder, his nose, I saw a faint smile pulse through his lips as if he were really pleased about such a stupid sentence, or as if he had just farted. […]
diary of the bastard messiah, drinking