A story about rusted brakes, midnight Denny’s runs, and the poetry of old cars and the life we live with them. I wasn’t sure whether to share this, but I’m fond of the roads we’ve traveled. From Earl to Shazam… and beyond.

One of the challenges of living with the kind of mental state I work with is remembering a complete flow of life. Waking up tomorrow holding on to what I’ve accomplished or learned from today is a conscious effort for me, just shy of tattooing (which I’ve seriously considered doing,...

For most of my life, I stressed about proving myself and achieving perfection, but everything changed four years ago when I discovered the beauty of dilettantism—engaging in things out of love and curiosity rather than obligation. Experiences like Ayahuasca and mindfulness taught me to embrace imperfection and just be present....

I felt transparent and ethereal, and so I reached out to the floor for the soft carpet and left my hand print in it. The carpet reminded me I was real and the hand print proved I was solid. I've done a ritual of this kind of thing for most...

Later that year -- the same year I had a spiritual awakening and fell profoundly in love -- it came up that my mother hypnotized me nightly from about 2 years old to the age of 9 or 10 or so.

Thanks for stopping by my journal. This space is important to me because I’m having a difficult time finding a place for myself in this world. It was like that when I was young, and also as I pulled Danielle and I into our abyss, and it’s moreso now that...

We’re doing the mastering for “Simultaneously Alive” now, which means Danielle is taking over a lot of the specific finalities as producer — as well as recording some vocals –, which also means I have a lot of time on my hands being just the songwriter and being all jobless...

I’m working in the corner of the kitchen tonight as Danielle finishes the master for the first single from “Simultaneously Alive”. We’ve done a lot of work to ensure that certain corners of the house are no longer recognizable as what they were when I was growing up here. This...

We become as surfers on a cosmic wave of potentiality, and all we can do is ride it out The path of recovery is paved with relapses and peppered with pitfalls, I’m finding. The tiger traps of my mind. I encounter them after certain triggers or epiphanies and it takes...

it finally became real the damage I’ve done to her voice, the lack of attention I’ve paid to her for real, and the responsibilities I’ve shirked, not just “in my madness” but during this process as I’ve been coming along, or she’s been dragging me along. I don’t know anymore....