Sunday Morning Florida Man Links

Sunday Morning Florida Man Links

Hey there friends. Happy Sunday. I took my oldest two to see the Dogman Movie. While I don’t generally hate these things, there were A LOT of adult movie references thrown in in a trying too hard manner. The Bad Guys short before the movie was far better. But, I took...

Yet Another Storm of the Century – Survived

Yet Another Storm of the Century – Survived

Living in Pinellas County, Florida, I've "survived" two major hurricanes in what? two? three? weeks? The time kind of ran together at some point. Anyhow, I heard from a number of current and former colleagues and diverse friends who don't get this sort of weather...

Brett set out to find America, the real America, the America of strip malls and serial killers, of butthole waxing and kelp smoothies, of cocaine and maggots. He sought it in the most American part of America—Florida: swamp gas and fever dreams, where love arrives on a rickety boat and leaves when it doesn't have the money for its fourth abortion. Oh, where has Brett gone? He’s drinking at the neck of America’s wang, chewing its foreskin and working its shaft. Brett is becoming legend. Brett can never die. Brett can never die. Brett is America, facedown in his own patriotic puke: the red his blood, the white his stomach lining, and the cold, cold blue his gas station slushie, spiked with coconut rum and tetracycline.

Sunday Morning Linkation

Happy Sunday, y’all. I was reading the garden talk yesterday. I got berries for the first time ever with the help of some bird netting. Peppers from last year. Maters and squash in a few weeks. This happened right up the road. Sad. Eddie Hall ran out of gas against...