Bite Down On This
When an artist's expression awakens a part of your soul you never forget it. The first time experiencing On the Road, or Fear and Loathing. Bang. Tropic of Cancer, The…
The Bridge
I couldn't remember how I had arrived on the high balcony. There was a crisp night sky above and no railing between me and the glittering valley below. Either Vegas…
Loss of Signal
I wish my dad's house had been filled with guitars and books like mine is. I wish my zero and I were closer. But they say, the first seventeen years…