Entering 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…Oct 7, 2021A response icon6Oct 7, 2021A response icon6
BonebrakeUpon returning home to my mother’s little house in Springfield, Virginia after Nirvana’s 1992 world tour, I followed my usual homecoming…Apr 22, 2021A response icon6Apr 22, 2021A response icon6
“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…Jun 21, 2020A response icon15Jun 21, 2020A response icon15
“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…Apr 29, 2020A response icon23Apr 29, 2020A response icon23
How 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…Apr 7, 2020A response icon10Apr 7, 2020A response icon10
“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…Mar 30, 2020A response icon5Mar 30, 2020A response icon5
I 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…Mar 30, 2020A response icon15Mar 30, 2020A response icon15
