My Floridian Earthquake

A few months ago, I decided I was going to pack up my bags in Nashville and move to South Florida—a place where retirees flock like migrating geese. You know you've made it when you're a huge hit with the 65+ crowd. It's all good. I got an AARP membership, doe. https://youtu.be/VwXeN2FsE7w At the time, … Continue reading My Floridian Earthquake

Part Two of My Date From Hell: Royals

On the way to Laguna, I looked out the window as my roommate drove past the cheap, Hawaiian-themed bar the DILF and I spent some time at before any of the knife wielding, teeth clenching, crazy eyes stuff happened. It was there that we drank Lupa Lupas and got into an actual argument about what era … Continue reading Part Two of My Date From Hell: Royals