hello there.

short story long:

once upon a time, two counter-culture mid-westerners joined a hindu sect religion in LA. and eventually feel in love. i was the product of this heady miasma of searching for deeper meaning, in a world determined to push polyester and acrid capitalism down everyone’s throat.

a childhood spent feeling itchy under the skin and getting a series of tragic haircuts led to an early 2000s flurry of spandex and tattoo shaded moves back and forth across the country, chasing degrees and finishing none of them before this southern california love-child wound up in the soggy pacific northwest. home sweet spider september home.

for a decade and a half plus some change i prayed to the gods of masochism and gluttony in restaurants, selling my soul and trading in my 20s and most of my 30s for salaried positions to pay the increasing costs of being a millennial who wants a yard for the dog, in a world ruined by my parent’s generation (not you guys specifically - sheesh, calm down). yes, it was all as absurd and unsustainable as that show makes it out to be.

then i met a dude, and we decided to start a farm. and then a global pandemic happened. and then i got a dream job, and found out i had a brain aneurysm. so now i clock in at a little organic farmstand, working with ranchers and boat captains and candle makers. i play a lot of dnd. it’s a weird fucking world.

but we still have a yard for the dog. and the farm. and a righteous scar on my head. so i guess it all worked out.