Category: Biker

Coffee Tried To Kill Me But A Hug Brought Me Back

Apparently if you do a hiccup/burp thing while swallowing the last of your coffee, it will fuck you up and make you unable to breathe. Things will narrow and your brain will be a dick in that moment where you start to see spots and remind you that you have a wife you love and…


Where I’m Going and Where I’m From Isn’t Your Business

NOTE: Originally written in September 2015, but never published. I was having dinner with my brother Sarge last night and this conversation came up. I gave it another look this morning and it reads better than I remember, if a slight bit petulant. But the fact remains that I, and all my brothers and sisters,…


B.A.C.A. Flippy Cup Tournament – March 11, 2017


The Things I Miss

They say you give things up when you become a parent, that you make sacrifices. That’s true, no big shock there. But Katie and I are lucky enough to not have to go without essentials so the kid can eat or anything like that. But I do miss things, some more than others. Note: I…


Interlude

Lots of post-election hate today, from both sides. Wanted something different. Found this in my archives, from a longer project about my love of motorcycles and tabletop gaming. I hope to finish it someday. It would involve a lot of saddle time traveling around to game with people I’ve met online. I love motorcycles. It’s…