I’m bellied up to the bar of The Two Boots Saloon nightclub – a wood-walled joint lit by Sterno candles and neon beer signs – not far from the shores of the Puget Sound in Washington State. At night, this place pounds with the unintelligent thump of mainstream club music, and the walls are packed … More To an Audience of One
(Click Play to Listen) These last few pages I’ll waste on you, Brad. You’ve fucked up every good chance you’ve had… but so have I, so I can’t say shit. But my supply ran dry and you fronted me hits, and you split your bags, and you shared your scripts, and you kept me from … More B&E Brad
(Click Play to Listen) Chris was a kid that I met in rehab long before his vein was ever stabbed, long before he’d first maintained a habit, or given the end of his last rope a grab at it. That didn’t happen until he met me. Was I a bad influence? Sure. An instigator? Definitely. … More To a Dopeless Hopefiend
These stories are the result of a bottle of absinthe, a digital recorder, and a walk around Seattle… not necessarily in that order. (Kubler-Rosstafarian says “Chapter 3” but it’s not.)