Pura Vida: Part 2 – Where the Wild Things Are

If you haven’t read Pura Vida: Part 1 – The Winners Circle Please read that first. Enjoy! The winding and curving of the roads in Costa Rica become tiresome on the stomach, but as you move toward the center of the country, the scenery is anything but…

23-Year-Old Me Would Never Turn Down a Jager Bomb

Last night, restless and feeling like a badger stuck in a leg trap, I sought refuge from my mind under a neon tree. This neon tree is planted at a place called The Park Tavern, my local bar. The old wood paneling and smell of…

Death and The Beginning of My 30’s

  On the final day of my strongest decade yet, I was hung over. It seems fitting that I ended my twenties like I spent the majority of them – sitting in bed, eating bacon and eggs, trying not to dry heave, drinking water and…

Soburary Week 4: I Need a Drink and a Decent Ending

  I don’t like the collision of syllables within words like “wrong” or “loser” or “failure”. But yet they seem to be near impossible to avoid. As a modern American those honest words of assessment are a dirty dirty language. And they are my curse…