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Dudes breaking up with dudes

on May 30, 2025

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The single worst week of all time

on July 16, 2024

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Cascading dominos of friendship cancellations

on June 09, 2024

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Ambushed at the family cabin

on May 22, 2024

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Reached out to former buddy. Did not go well.

on November 28, 2023

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Hosted a bicycle tourist. Turns out he was a homeless guy.

on October 05, 2023

Bicycling Personal shitshows

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That time I booted bicyclist roommate out of our Texas hotel room

on May 06, 2023

Bicycling Personal shitshows

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That time a psychopathic drug dealer was mad at me

on June 30, 2022

Drugs & drink Personal shitshows

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Pink Floyd actually did met Wizard of Oz. I saw it happen.

Are you familiar with the urban legend of The Wizard of Oz + Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon? Dateline: 2017. Boise Treefort Festival (5 days of amazing, same format as SxSW). Final nite of the fest, Sunday nite. Boise Contemporary Theatre. I saw a play so profound, so outrageously ambitious, I have no interest in seeing a play again, ever. It was called 'T here are Chinese Tunnels under Boise.' But back to Floyd, Oz, and the urban legend. Thousands, maybe tens of thousands, swear it's true. This is a global phenomenon. The gist is that the two are perfectly synchronized. If you watch the flick on mute, listening to the record at the same time, they're in sync. I'm not making this up. Do a search on it and you'll also be pulled into the rabbit hole. Anyhoots. That's the background of this blog, and this play. Act 1 of 2 begins in a basement of the stoner Floyd fan. His 3 friends arrive: 2 blokes & a bird. He argues with his friends at lengt...

7 days of faux bros at Palm Desert bicycle training camp

Dateline: 2019. In Feb I joined a small group heading from Idaho to Palm Desert for a week of winter bicycle training. About 30 from Idaho go annually. I joined a travel van with 5 other cyclists. For what devolved into 7 bummer days of what should have been hella more fun. We leave on a Friday eve. Someone rented a travel van. Towing big trailer filled w/bikes. All but 1 of us met at guys house, I knew them vaguely, from bike rides only. Never off the bike. I had a suitcase with a backpack. The one guy I didn't know loudly yells 'hey who brought the big suitcase?' whilst loading the trailer (it's not a big suitcase). I said mine. Since he didn't know me he didn't say anything more. But it was a clue of how the week was gonna go. Let's focus. We drive a mile into the foothills to pick up the last guy at his multi-million-dollar house. We picked him up because he was bringing his old & smelly dogs in the van with him. His missus was flying there, a few...

Hey salespeople: always front load never back load your dealios

Dateline: late 90s & mid-aughts. The pic is Ricky Williams. Ricky was a running back, one of the best college backs ever. Won the Heisman trophy. Was unstoppable. He also signed the worst contract in NFL history. The gist: he agreed to play for the minimum salary for 7 years. At least he received a signing bonus. But the rub is: he agreed to receive the majority of the money all rookies normally receive only if he met difficult performance targets. Begs the question: why? This was not just pointless, it was ridiculous. Most players have incentives, always after the big bucks are locked in first. Actual contract text: Oh and: Ricky agreed to, wait for it, have the rapper 'Master P' act as his agent. Zero contract experience, zero sports agent experience, zero legal experience. Maybe he was a good rapper. Whatever that looks like, other than an oxymoron. Let's focus. Twice in my business life as a salesman, I made a similar mistake. I back loaded my dealios & c...

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