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The Braindead Henchman

I drive around on flat farm land delivering packages to everyday people in my gas guzzling truck. Before that, I was a repo man. It was that job where my private school bubble popped and I discovered the real world. I did cruel things at that job. It was during this time that I was given the names “Braindead” and “Henchman” by unsatisfied customers.

Join me on this drive. I’ve got gas in the tank, it’s getting dark out and I’ve got a crowbar in the trunk.

Latest Posts…

  • Room A Thousand Years Wide

    Room A Thousand Years Wide

    Chapter 1: (Untitled) I knew this guy that had this dream where he was driving a motorcycle down a long hallway. It was intense, as you could imagine. He couldn’t break or slow down. All he could do was steer himself back to the middle of the hallway because the bike kept veering off center.… Read more

  • Dear Thurman Poe

    Dear Thurman Poe

    Dear Thurman Poe, You are desolate. The sky above you is grey, and you belong to the wintery midwest. You reside off the highway of a town just outside of a city that is two hours away from an even bigger city and that city being about three hours away from a city even bigger.… Read more

  • The Kurt Cobain Æffect

    The Kurt Cobain Æffect

    (I wrote this a few years ago for a podcast that I never recorded.) INTRO I was born in 1996. Two years after Kurt Cobain died. Died under certain circumstances, which I will get into later… I am 26 years old now(when I wrote this). Kurt died at age 27 on April 5th, 1994. He… Read more

  • The Iceman

    The Iceman

    When trying to reach a long-term goal, it can feel like your life is on ice. You start to question your decisions and long for the lifestyle that you sacrificed for the journey towards your supposedly brighter future. It can be taxing, the constant waning and waxing of optimism over this course. If rowing a… Read more

  • The Lord of the Pigskin

    The Lord of the Pigskin

    Part 1 I have been watching professional football my entire life. I have been a die-hard Indianapolis Colts fan for as long as I can remember. Peyton Manning and his rocky upward battles toward championships have fueled my appreciation for the sport. Football reminds me of the Roman Empire with the lines of soldiers in… Read more

  • Chasing The Blue Bird

    Chasing The Blue Bird

    *see disclaimer at the end* Friday, June 7th, 1996 King Tut’s Wah Wah Hut, Glasgow, Scotland “A repetitive guitar riff is okay, Jason… even a bass riff… You know the song Maggie M’Gill off of Morrison Hotel?” “Of course.” Jason paused for just a moment. “My favorite song off that record is Blue Sunday.” He… Read more

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