Greenville — This year, I decided that I’d finally had enough of sitting at home on Halloween. It felt odd to make that a conscious decision. I definitely didn’t make a conscious effort to sit on my ass, eat can...
Marshville — I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had taken a vacation. Not a day trip, a weekend jaunt, not a sneer-worthy “staycation.” An actual vacation. A GTFO-fest where you fly middle fingers at ...
Pisgah forest — One of the perks of working in the bike industry is that our offices can be mobile. We don’t take advantage of this enough, though. Often we end up sitting in some anonymous Starbucks with a vendor,...
On Hoth, no one can hear your shame.
Hosts of Christmas Past
Two naughty, hollow eyes made from coal.
She didn't want to ride the tortoise...but I sure did.
Galactic feeds my horn addiction.
This is why we mountain bike.
Halloween - the only thing other than drag shows and Vegas that fuels the cheetah-print economy.
It was 1973, and choosy moms chose ANSI-certified cabinetry. Only the best for their lard, aspic cookbooks, and Jell-O molds.
I, Sad Robot
Hob Nob: one of the few reasons I miss Atlanta.
Selling one of my creations feels like I've betrayed it. Even though it's the best reasons, I hate letting go.
Oktoberfest solo is interesting. People watching is almost shamefully good when the city is drunk by noon.
We carve mountains out of the curves and whorls of concrete.
Morning light isn't condescending when you actually slept the night through.
"It's time for you to go home, John!" "Why now?" he whines."Because you suck!"Man, I love kids.
I have no idea what the bushes outside my apartment are, but they smell heady like clean, citrus-kissed skin.
It's nice to finally exorcise a few old demons tonight. Time definitely makes the scars smaller.
The South has two religions in the fall - NCAA football and Jesus. I'm usually outside the church.