Aug 2018

TALES – Lost in The DF


My traveling companion and I wake in a small hostel room in the middle of Mexico City, or Distrito Federal (DF). We’ve spent the day sleeping here and sprinting to the public bathroom down the hall, trying to calm our overworked and under-nourished digestive tracts. They’ve survived two weeks of Mexican Cuisine, but are starting to crack under the pressure. Yesterday the sstreets were pounding with the thunder of a few hundred protestors demanding the release of political prisoners, but today we enjoy the temporary quiet, eat the hostel’s simple and satisfying breakfast, gather around the lone computer for the day’s research, and pack our bags and head out.

We start by ambling through a park populated by dozens of fully dressed mariachi bands…

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July 2018

TALES – The Karaoke Habit

For a few years there, I was nursing a rather serious karaoke habit. Three nights a week (usually weeknights when I’d have to be up by seven the next morning), I would stay out past two watching fellow civilians perform songs they sometimes knew. In karaoke, the range of performance style and quality is staggering. For hundreds of strangers across a few hundred songs, I would make a screaming ass out of myself, always very drunk. The majority of my early twenties were primarily focused on planning where to drink and how drunk to get. Usually, this meant karaoke.

Among our group, an incredible community formed, punctuated by …

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June 2018

TALES – I Want to Live Alone on an Island


In the fall of 2012, for a myriad of reasons I’ll go into another time, I signed a six month lease for a house on an island on the third largest lake in Ohio. In the summer the house was rented by the week to vacationing midwesterners, but through the frozen winter months the landlord dropped the rent low enough for someone to live there; a hermit to keep the pipes from freezing.

At the time I was working three days a week and wanted nothing more than…

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Feb 2017