When I went to the University of Missouri after graduating high school in 1994, I had this vague and romantic notion that I would be a writer.  I had dearly loved being on the high school newspaper and in the worst times in high school I took solace in reading and… Read full post »

In January 2002, I was in the passenger seat of a Chevy Avalanche, driving down Santa Monica Boulevard in West Los Angeles with my friend Matt.  The Chevy Avalanche had Sierra Mist decals all over it and a matching mountain bike and kayak on top.   We had 40 cases of Sierra… Read full post »

In the fall of 1996, I was a junior at the University of Missouri, living in a ramshackle two-story house with Kyle and a couple of his friends from the dorms. I had two real friends in the state of Missouri, and the other one, Brax, was living in an apartment… Read full post »

In early summer 1993 I was working nearly full-time as a “cart boy” at a local golf course that was owned by a short man of Irish descent named Denny.  As a cart boy, my main responsibilities were cleaning the golf carts, putting gas in them and making sure they were… Read full post »