joined on 03/26/07
last updated 09/26/08
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about me
I move from port to port.
Mother Mary, the bear
(blog entry)
(published on theheartbrokedaily.com)
When I was 17 I went on a trip to Washington D.C. as a finalist for the Junior All-American 300 meter hurdles. I was shy at this point in my life, especially with girls. No matter how many times my dad to...
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Koy, the Thai prostitute
(blog entry)
(published on the fictional site, theheartbrokedaily.com)
Bangkok, Thailand. I was 18. Walking down Koh San Roh a girl grabbed me by the wrist and asked me in her broken English to have dinner with her. It was more like she motioned the act of ...
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Coming Home To Oregon Never Felt So Weird
(blog entry)
I had been away for a long time and I had a lot of catching up to do with a lot of people. It was my last night in Eugene before returning to New York City, so we all met out at The Horse Head, a local bar.
Around closing time we were pretty load...
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The Real Paris
(blog entry)
My cousin, Marley, and I were on our way through Europe a couple winters ago, and we had a friend living in Paris going to Art school who said he'd shack us up.
We didn't bother with the Eiffel tower or anything like that during our visit. I neve...
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72 Hours in New Orleans
(blog entry)
We drove into New Orleans late in the evening in my beat-up ’85 Nissan pickup. Shane and I went straight to the docks to pick up our good friend, Michael Jordan.
So began the shenanigans that would last for the next three days.
Michael Jordan is...
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(published on theheartbrokedaily.com)
When I was 17 I went on a trip to Washington D.C. as a finalist for the Junior All-American 300 meter hurdles. I was shy at this point in my life, especially with girls. No matter how many times my dad told me—"Knox, women are like bears; sure, they could fuck you up they wanted to, but more often than not they're more afraid than you are."—I couldn't get over it.
After getting third place, I took a walk around the nation's capitol to see the variou...
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(published on the fictional site, theheartbrokedaily.com)
Bangkok, Thailand. I was 18. Walking down Koh San Roh a girl grabbed me by the wrist and asked me in her broken English to have dinner with her. It was more like she motioned the act of eating because she only spoke a few words, like “love,” “Meriken Man” and “I like Robby Williams.”
I had just ate but I went with her anyway. It’s against the sensibilities of Thai women to eat when the man doesn’t, so she force fed me pork fried ri...
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I had been away for a long time and I had a lot of catching up to do with a lot of people. It was my last night in Eugene before returning to New York City, so we all met out at The Horse Head, a local bar.
Around closing time we were pretty loaded, and my sister began doling out some of her prescription Adderal—which is basically just legal speed that, when mixed with alcohol, makes you feel super human. So me, Marley (my cousin), Stony (my brother), Amanda (my sister), Loose Cannon Dave an...
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My cousin, Marley, and I were on our way through Europe a couple winters ago, and we had a friend living in Paris going to Art school who said he'd shack us up.
We didn't bother with the Eiffel tower or anything like that during our visit. I never could stand the thing—and in fact most monuments or main drags or whatever else have always struck me as lame traps of false nostalgia wherein history was taken out of the gutter, its rotten parts removed, and then resold to us at inflated prices. ...
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We drove into New Orleans late in the evening in my beat-up ’85 Nissan pickup. Shane and I went straight to the docks to pick up our good friend, Michael Jordan.
So began the shenanigans that would last for the next three days.
Michael Jordan is a guy that I've never really spent much time with outside Burning Man, though I'd always wanted to. He's a deep-sea welder who lives in the Mississippi River on a boat. He works from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m., seven days a week, yet he still went out with us...
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asylum-happyhour-NYC,
Black Rock Yearbook,
Burning Man,
Burning Man Tips,
Burning Woman,
couch surfing,
Keep Portland Weird,
Kostume Kult,
NYC Burning Man,
Oregon Country Fair,
SFBay Burners,
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