Dave's True Stories·Oct 7, 2021Entering ValhallaFrom a dirty old couch deep within the bowels of London’s Wembley Arena, I watched the usual parade of familiar faces file into the Foo…A response icon6A response icon6
Dave's True Stories·Apr 22, 2021BonebrakeUpon returning home to my mother’s little house in Springfield, Virginia after Nirvana’s 1992 world tour, I followed my usual homecoming…A response icon6A response icon6
Dave's True Stories·Jun 21, 2020“Your writing has punch, David. Punch is power!”After all these years, this simple message, my first words of true validation as a fledgling writer, has never left me. It echoes in my…A response icon15A response icon15
Dave's True Stories·Apr 29, 2020“Well, that’s settled. Now fuck off.”Frozen in my living room chair, my stomach dropped like a lead weight as I stared down at my laptop screen in horror. Fingers trembling…A response icon23A response icon23
Dave's True Stories·Apr 7, 2020How about next Friday?Like smoke in a crowded saloon, these four words hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity, as my mind struggled to make sense of…A response icon10A response icon10
Dave's True Stories·Mar 30, 2020“Wanna play Ozzfest?”These were three words I thought I’d never live to hear. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was a lifelong, card carrying, die hard metal fan…A response icon5A response icon5
Dave's True Stories·Mar 30, 2020I hate fireworks, David!My sweet mother stood there scowling and covering her ears behind the patio door as the final squeaks and pops of my…A response icon15A response icon15
