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Helpless vs. Hopeful

My third fight  happened the summer before my senior year of high school. Several months earlier, I had received my second denial from the Air Force Academy. So I scammed a copy of a previous year's application to find out what bubbles I needed to fill out to get...

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Emotional Injury

Last month, I clocked just shy of two thousand miles driving zig-zagging all across California. House hunting. School hunting. Business hunting. Sanity hunting. Short version: it stressed me the fuck out. Usually, long drives help mellow me out into an almost zen like...

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one problem

I've learned a lot from my TV addiction. I was a beta customer of Netflix during the red and white envelope days, and am shamefully proud of my early adoption of the Netflix Binge back in the early weeks of their instant viewing days. BURN NOTICE has been on my...

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Remember to Breathe

I got him. I finally landed a solid shot on Fred the Dentist, a soft-spoken black belt and occasional sparring partner. During our other fights we always gently slip by all of my attacks and I'd feel soft taps on my noggin and gut where he'd let me know where he would...

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Nostalgic Revolution

I wrote the below ramble a few months after moving to Chico, California. It took me 3-years to do something about it. That "side project" has pulled thousands of local anti-social Facebook junkies onto the dance-floor and landed me some new friends ... and a...

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Tangible Reinforcement

Confession time. I'm a resolutions addict. It all started in Murrieta, California. My mom had just achieved three gigantic milestones. After birthing me at 17, not finishing high school and surviving life in SoCal solo and welfare-free for many years, she hustled her...

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Guts and Gas

Colorado Springs in June wasn't all bad. Gorgeous clear skies, crisp mornings, warm afternoons and a calming stillness in the air. All a byproduct of the severe altitude - 7,258 feet above sea-level. That thin air combined with the violent blur that was my first week...

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