Category Archives: Moments of Fuck

In my last post my partner and I received the news that she and her whole team had been let go due to the coronavirus craziness. This relationship with my partner has a theme. That theme is extreme. Seems like we are getting our personal trials out of the way early. So much has happened backContinue reading “Moment of F@ck: Effectively Panicked Part 2”

“Life doesn’t happen to you; it happens for you.” – Jim Carrey This one quote has been a major support beam in the architecture of my mental rigidity.  It gets tested often. I woke up early enough to feel like I some semblance of control. This feeling was a red flag waving vigorously by myContinue reading “Moment of F@ck: Effectively Panicked Part 1”

March 2020 Injury is a heightened state of recovery.  Does it define you? It can either consume your personality like a black hole or become one of the greatest teachers. Moment of F@ck #1… My middle finger has become useless. Right as the outbreak of the Coronavirus occurred, the bottom third of my right middleContinue reading “Moments of F@ck: The Infection”

March 2020 In the downstairs storage area of a vintage grocery store is a bucket of soy sauce with a thin towel draped over it to somehow transform this would-be chair into a rocket to obscurity. It is positioned in between two packed shelves of all the trappings of a bustling meat shop. Cleared outContinue reading “Moments of F@ck: The Surprise”