I am a man of man of many flaws, but I am unafraid to face those flaws head on. Dishonesty, ego, pride, bias, and bigotry are my enemies. Yet I recognize all of those live inside of me. I am a warrior. I will not tolerate hatred and mistreatment of others just for being different. I stand for what I believe in, come to the aid of others, and will not allow those who live a life of hate...
September was an unusually weird month of reading for me. I crammed a ton in at the beginning of the month, didn’t get much done in the middle, and then got back to it towards the end. Much of the reason why was I spent some time in Austin at an event called Man Camp, run by my good friends and mentors, John Romaniello and David Dellanave, which wound up being one of the best weekends of my...
Music, unlike most other art forms, has a unique ability reach the masses in ways that writing, painting, drawing, insert-art-here cannot. Everyone listens to music. Everyone is moved by music. And as such, everyone has opinions on music.
Your boy got a ton of reading done during the month of August. A fair mix of heavy reading, some introspective shit, and just good fiction. Oh, and some Hemingway. Always some Hemingway. Here’s the August Reading Romp.
For most of my short time on this gigantic rock hurtling through space, I have not been an early riser. I have detested mornings. I have viewed them with a contempt that was typically reserved for only truly terrible things in this world. Things like people who don’t say thank you when you hold the door open for them.
July wasn’t the prolific month of reading that June was, partly because I didn’t travel as much, which removed a lot of down time. However, I still got quite a few great books in that I’m excited to share with you guys. Here is the July Reading Romp.
“He just put it right in. I had kissed him maybe once right after he fumbled with taking my jeans off of me, and he went right for it. It was fucking awful. No foreplay. No excitement. Nothing.”
Howdy, my lovely bibliophiles. It’s been a good bit since we’ve bonded over some books, but luckily I’m making up for the absence with a massive reading romp today. June was a month of heavy travel for me, which also meant I was able to get a ridiculous amount of reading done. I won’t bother you with more mundane details, so instead, let’s get to the books.
April was a solid month of reading. It was no different from other months in that I was all over the map as far as topic and author are concerned, but that’s my style. I typically don’t like digging hard into one topic or author for an extended period of time, because it’s easy for me to get burnt out. There’s a decent smattering of fiction, personal development, and even...
When I was growing up I played every single sport imaginable. Football, baseball, basketball, you name it and I played it. That was the way of life in a small Texas town. Our talent pool wasn’t deep enough to allow you to specialize in one sport, so if you played one, you played them all.