I’ve never been the best man at a wedding. I’ve been divorced. I’ve lived on both coasts. I’ve been a millionaire and I’ve lost it all. I grew my company into $15,000,000 a year in sales and then ran it into the ground. I have fought the FBI, depression, authority and my true self. I have been my own lawyer twice going 2 for 2. I’m a father and a husband. I grew up in a sad, scary household where the demons my father brought back from Vietnam buried themselves in the sheetrock and framing of a house that didn’t know how to love, but desperately wanted to. I’ve been one of the most successful salesman in my field and I’ve ridden a mountain bike in the snow to work while living in my best friend’s basement because I couldn’t afford a car. I’ve made a short film. I was a marine. I’ve been fired more than once. I watched my mother whither away and die from cancer during COVID and froze when she asked me, while writhing in pain, “was I a good mother?”

Don’t read this blog thinking that I think I have all the answers. I don’t. I’m not sure I have any answers - just stories. My children keep telling me that you don’t put two spaces behind periods anymore and so if that is no longer true; if I can’t count on that one simple thing that was drilled into me as a child, than what is true? I’m just as lost as everyone else reading blogs or watching videos hoping someone can tell you how to live a better life while the world changes at the blink of an eye daily. This is not an advice column. My only goal is to be vulnerable and tell the hard stories that I think connect all of us because we all have stories. My hope is that it is entertaining and thoughtful and makes you laugh. These are essays and short stories about my experiences.

I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was in 7th grade, back when I forgot to bring extra underwear to put on after gym class and had to be sent home by Mr. Millhouse because everyone could see my little man through my mom’s homemade white parachute pants. We couldn’t afford the real ones. And just like that day, I am going to lay it all out there. I’m going to share my deep dark insecurities that have helped me successfully self-sabotage many areas of my life. The only thing I know is that I’m not sure I’ve ever really let anyone see me or truly know me. Well, that and I will always put two spaces at the end of my sentences and these new rules can fuck off.

So here it goes. See you on the other side.