Me and Kenny P.

It seems like all of the television shows enjoy right now are mere mirror images of my own life. I don’t think that is a good thing. Walking Dead, Archer, and Eastbound and Down while each different in their style and approach all tell the stories of men who either once where great, or at least thought they were coming to the hard cold realization that things are not as they were and they are no longer the Alpha male they believed they were. Continue reading Me and Kenny P.

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The Secret History of American Eugenics part 2

While researching America’s secret history of Eugenics I discovered that of all the states, my home state of North Carolina ranked third for the number of people compulsorily sterilized. The State of North Carolina officially closed down its Eugenics Board in 1977. After the passage of the sterilization law in 1929, sterilization began at comparatively low rate; it was not until about 1938 that the forced sterilizations began to increase. The total number of victims sterilized in from 1929-1973 was well over 7,600. Continue reading The Secret History of American Eugenics part 2

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Epic Fail

Next week I become a Guinea Pig. It is the last thing I expected to become, but I am out of options. I haven’t had solid work since Thanksgiving and I have been eking by an existence barely surviving from one month to the next since then. For those of you keeping score, yes, I did try and go to culinary school. I lasted about one week. I could not get anyone in my family to cosign my student loans so therefore my hopes of being an internationally recognized BBQ chef have been placed on hold. I made the mistake of not signing the Selective Service Agreement when I was 18, so I don’t qualify for any government assistance. I searched high and low for alternatives, but I couldn’t make it happen. It was an old mistake that came back to haunt me along with many others. Continue reading Epic Fail

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Intro pt. 2

After a brief wrap up of our tour, we headed back into our familiar section of town. We went and ate at our old favorite-Mr. Waffle. At the time, it was a greasy 24-hour hole in the wall, where Winston’s finest drunks, hookers, and crooked cops came to end the night. As we stood in the parking lot after our meal, finishing conversations and staring up at the stars in the North Carolina sky, Jeff grew still, he cocked his head back as if he were a dog or wolf hearing something we could not. I asked him what was wrong, only to be silenced with a “shh”. Then looking both Josh and me square in the eyes, somehow simultaneously, he said, “You hear that?” Looking at each other, we shrugged. Continue reading Intro pt. 2

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You can go home again!

It seemed like there weren’t enough hours in the day or night. I of course passed out on Thursday as most of you know. Losing six hours face first in a booth at the Yacht I will be practicing while I’m out here so that won’t happen next year. Unfortunately the Fun Saver I used during the first leg of the trip got left behind in the rental car and I don’t know the chances of us getting it back. Continue reading You can go home again!

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