Oh the things we find in our walks in the woods.
What's in Your Wallet?
I love when things like this happen.
The Time I Almost Died Like a Rock Star
No one wants to die in a stupid way. Something that will end up a punch line of their life once they are gone. Preferably, I would like to die in my sleep and, one night a few years ago, I almost got my wish.
Ex-Wife's Last Call (and it wasn't in a bar)
Anyone who has read my blog knows I write about my ex-wife, Arlene, a good deal of the time. Now, before you think this is some angry ex-husband rant, you’d be wrong.
The Dating Deceit I Still Obsess Over
If, in the future, I am given one-time only access to a time machine, I would not go back to talk to Jesus, nor would I go back and kill the baby Hitler. What I would do is go back to 10 seconds before this conversation took place, and punch my 18-year-old self right in the mouth.
The World’s Oldest Roadie
Who wouldn’t be thrilled to get a call from the band and be told that, unless I can get to the venue by six-thirty that night, the show won’t go on.
Life in the Form of a Question
Each Monday night a group of us play trivia at a bar in Annandale (New Jersey). Its a big bar and a very friendly group of teams.
That is, it was until last Monday.
Meet Cleo, the Crazy Christmas Clown
We can all agree, clown dolls are creepy.
OK, lets move on.
A Christmas Miracle
Don't worry, no alcohol was hurt during the filming of this video.
THE Lunch Table
When you work for a company a long time, you meet good people and, not so much bad people, just people you’d rather not want to associate with on a daily basis.
Book Wrapped
This popped into my head today, not sure why – probably because Christmas is right around the corner.
The Connonisseurous
Quick shot of Conflict and Scotch…
Fiero Is Italian for 'This Car Sucks'
This car went from zero to repair shop in sixty-seconds flat…
Wherefore art thou, Al
A Quick Shot from Conflict and Scotch…
It’s The Summer of Seventy-Nine
It’s the end of October, outside my window the leaves have changed, the nights come quick, so what better time to talk about a shore house my friends and I rented during the summer of nineteen-seventy-nine in Seaside Heights, New Jersey.
Punch Drunk Love
Author’s note: By the end of this post, I come off as the bad guy (for good reason).
Lord of the House Flies
Author’s Note: I really debated about posting this, but since I pretty much put everything on my blog, from dating to my daily driving habits, I figured, why the hell not...