I wrote this story in the first week I lived in Los Angeles. It was before “Ecstasy” hit the masses. I remember drinking about 4 pots of coffee in my crappy room that I was renting at 27th and Normandy in Compton. 1989… yep kind of freaky. Anyway- it needs to be noted that...

This story is based on dreams that I was having at the time. (As most of my stories are). I was lucky enough to have a friend, Ken Ricci, give me a few pointers on what I thought was my final draft. So as a tribute to his insights, I changed the name of the...

  The following is a recollection of my thoughts that detail the two years following my father’s cancer diagnosis. I present it in its original, unedited state…. more out of a respect for the integrity of accuracy. But I also feel compelled to point out that my feelings towards my sisters is not what I...

  This is an open letter to the Asshole Corvette Driver that ran me off the road a few months back. Now before all of the rest of you GOD-Fearing, Self-Respecting-Not-Speeding-AND- Staying-on-Your-Side-of-the-Road-Corvette-Owners get your panties in a bunch…. deep breath. Breathe. Again. Now. Now that we are all calmed down- this letter is to a...

I first became aware of the “plurality” of dimensions on a walk one night. It came, unbidden, as a sudden rush forward not unlike the comic book depiction of The Flash at full speed. A kind of motion blur tug from the center of my body – very similar to that first moment the rollercoaster...

(And the End of Life as We Know It) “Now, as we can see from the data plotted out from the last nearly 4,000 years, we are currently experiencing the lowest population growth in the history of mankind. It is my belief that we have actually passed zero growth for the first time ever and...