I may be physically weak but I'm getting stronger and as much as I miss lifting heavy weight, there is something inspiring about starting from scratch and working my way back up.

A Post for the Misanthropes

Don't get me wrong, I also love people and the way they touch my life -- they have the unique ability to lift me from the depths of despair, but in this moment -- as I write this post -- I absolutely hate people.

The Day I Killed Someone 

This essay was originally published by The Bold Italic.  I stood there on the Napa River Bridge, gripping the railing for what seemed like the longest time, trying to figure out what had just happened, as a fireball engulfed the wreckage of crunched metal to my right. Thirty minutes earlier I had been sitting in... Continue Reading →

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