Basically, regrettable moments can be divided up into three distinct categories.
There are those that are accidental, slips of the tongue. The first time I met my good friend Matt, it was the first day of our last year of high school. We’d both just transferred, and I took his being tattooed as an excuse to [...]
I’m not exactly proud of this, but bugs freak me out.
Don’t get me wrong – I’ve dealt with them in some capacity for most of my life. Growing up, I lived in a house that was perennially occupied by spiders, ants, and cursed millipedes. (Or were they centipedes? Whatever.) We even had a barrel in [...]
So, this one time in Mexico, I thought I might get raped by this guy with whom I had to share a tiny, soiled mattress. And not just because he wore leather pants to bed. Let me explain.
In early 2005, I moved to La Paz, Mexico, for almost a year to write for BMEzine.com. [...]
When I was eight days old, some bastard Rabbi – in possession what was surely a highly dubious medical background – was hired to slice off my foreskin while my entire family stood around and watched like a bunch of mooks. Fourteen years later, I began a moderately successful career of drug use that lasted [...]