Writing is a dying art form but the old masters took us too far to give up now. Since 2021 I’ve been archiving the state of the world through my eyes: Culture from the eyes of barflies, stories from scoundrels, a heartfelt attempt to ride the pulse.

The old America died in the late 90’s around the time I took my first breath. We’re heading to a new place. Better or worse or untamed by such strict reductions? It’s speculation. Still yet; my belief is that Anything is better than waiting around to die.

The archives are below. They’re categorized by Season.

Four+ years, 150+ writings. Updated weekly.