We met at a pizzeria called En Guay Si. The pizza was not as good as N Y C pizza. Very small and quaint, I hadn’t been there previously, a friend recommended it. I was struck by how she looked better in person than her pictures, maybe because she had barely any make up on… Read More Norwegian Narcissist
What if our waking consciousness is a vastly more nuanced entity, with a depth and variety of function, way beyond what our simple minds can comprehend? We are relatively young, a blip in 100,000’s of years of human evolution that will continue until our planet explodes. Our bodies age on a linear scale of deterioration, but… Read More On the benefits of Magic Mushrooms (Psilocybin)
Since the beginning of what I label my awkward years, age 12, I have had this conception of the passing of time as a way to bury unpleasant memories and shame, or at least a desperate hope that the passing of time would make the memories fade. I always held out hope for a new blank slate… Read More Fear and loathing on Long Island
I came to the Camino looking for profound experience, and I found it. It met and surpassed all the expectations I had. I have always been an introverted person, a highly self-conscious person, bordering on obsessive. An isolator, a loner. Many people realize and acknowledge I am a personable and easy-going person. By all outward… Read More The Camino de Santiago, A turning point
Two things happened to me recently in Madrid where I immediately thought, I thought that only happens in the movies. 1. A bus splashed a large quantity of water here on Gran Via all over my legs and I became soaked and freezing. 2. I showed a 25 year-old British girl my apartment, so I… Read More Reverse Culture Shock- On returning to the U.S. from Spain
I changed my preference to Organ donor on my driver’s license two years ago. There’s nothing charitable about this, because I will be a bag of meat of the kind I buy at the butcher when they take my organs. It should be expected that everyone agree to donate their organs after death, in order… Read More Death and Dating apps
“You can tell your friends you met this crazy Norwegian girl on the Camino de Santiago.” These were Katrine’s words before we parted. She said that we had both accumulated a fun memory from our hike across Spain to tell our friends back home. We had met on the trail and spent 4 days together. I… Read More The ex-girlfriend is always greener
I quit my job as an English “Language and Culture Assistant” at a High School in Spain today. The town of Pinto, Spain took me an hour and 20 minutes and 3 different transfers to arrive at. The commute was too far and was becoming a hindrance to my foot healing. I’m not sure what… Read More Closing a Chapter Teaching English in Madrid
I encountered a homeless man today, while I was walking out of the metro, blabbering on to himself standing next to the elevator that would take me up to street level. There was a pungent odor emanating from his body. I took a beat, one or two seconds, and then decided to carry my bike up the one… Read More Ruminations on homeless people in the Madrid Metro
I’ve gotten used to playing the part of the inconsiderate, able bodied asshole who takes the handicapped seat in the front of the city bus. My feet still haven’t healed from the Camino de Santiago. I think there has been nerve damage, but they don’t know that. There’s no boot or brace. 10 or 15… Read More Teaching English in Spain-A Day in the Life, and drunk daydreams
The Sober Hombre 