Category: Rants & Reality Checks
Posts where the filter’s off and the tolerance is gone. This is where the gloves come off. You’ve been warned.
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The Grocery Store Aisle Where Capitalism Finally Broke Me
I was just trying to buy bread. That was it. Nothing deep, nothing political, just bread. Then I got to the aisle and saw what they wanted for a loaf. Six dollars for something so thin and pale it looked like it had been baked by someone who had only read about bread in theory. Read more
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This Country Makes Me Sick and I Still Gotta Pay Rent
I woke up feeling like the world was ending and the first thing I did was check my bank account. Which is already a mistake but that’s the kind of thing you gotta do when you live in a country that would let you die if you skipped two paychecks. My back hurts, eggs cost Read more
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Why I Don’t Do Niches and Probably Never Will
People keep asking what I do. And I wish I had an answer that didn’t sound like a breakdown. I make books. I post psychotic videos. I rant. I spiral publicly. Sometimes I’m serious. Sometimes I’m in a Waffle House fistfight with Joel Osteen in my mind. None of it matches. But all of it’s Read more
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The Sound of My Phone Buzzing Still Feels Like a Threat Sometimes
I know it is just a vibration. I know it is just a sound. But that little buzz from my phone still shoots adrenaline through my ribs like it is a warning siren. It does not matter what the notification says. Does not matter if it is a food delivery update or some spam text Read more
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Pride Month and the Military Are Not Enemies
Every June the same people who scream support our troops suddenly act like Pride Month and the military are at war with each other. You can set your watch by it. One rainbow flag shows up on a corporate logo and half the internet starts foaming at the mouth like someone pissed on the Constitution. Read more
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I Would Fight Joel Osteen in a Waffle House at 3AM and Win
This is the story of a Joel Osteen Waffle House fight I’ve imagined far too often. Let’s set the scene. It’s 3:06 AM. The Waffle House is mostly empty except for one guy asleep in a booth, a cook who looks like he’s done time, and me—hunched over hash browns I didn’t order right. Then Read more