Hey lady, I saw you speed past me on Penitencia Creek Road, passing on my right in a school zone. You were doing about 40 mph in your granite Toyota 4-runner, with a “Baby on Board” sticker in your back window. My first thought was, “What an asshole,” then I thought maybe…
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It’s a free show. The performers come from all over the area, and it ain’t cheap to live in the Bay Area, especially for struggling artists. At some point, singing will pay for my bills a hundred fold. But right now, my financial well is a little dry. Despite all the recent…
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I was filming the joyous celebration of thousands of fellow Sharks fans leaving the Tank after the incredible comeback Stanley Cup Playoffs Round 1 Game 7 OT win. There were so many of us that we spilled off the sidewalk into the bike lane on Santa Clara Street. Cars and vehicles were…
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One lone strand of stubble emanated from his upper lip, like a monolith in an open field. It caught my eye as soon as I walked in to the interview. My inner voice is having to scream, “Stop staring at it! Keep eye contact!” It’s difficult concentrate on his questions when I…
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You were a mountain of a man, shaved head, blue eyes, and tatted from head to toe. I was in line ahead of you, a petite Shebrew, wondering if there was cause for concern. I sneaked a peek at your neck for a swas or SS symbol over the carotid artery (seen…
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I’m a sucker for competition. The uncertainty of who will be victorious between evenly matched opposing forces is what propels us, the common man, into overpaying for the Comcast Sports Package. It is even more exhilarating when you get to see that level of competitiveness in person, even if those competitors suck.…
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Listen, I’ve met people with agoraphobia. One of them was so afraid of the outdoors that he holed himself up in a tiny cabin in the Santa Cruz mountains for literally three years, venturing out only when enough of his friends spent days coaxing him out of hiding long enough to go…
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It was like any other Sunday morning: biscuits and country gravy with an apple sausage link on a small plate to my upper left. On my main plate, two strips of bacon, a stack of pancakes covered in maple syrup, and a spinach, cheese and mushroom omelette that my buddy from across…
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Hey, I get it. We all have our kinks. But the kinkiest kinksters are generally pretty well versed in the art of consent. I assumed you’d be, too, considering how you’re considered a mentor to many others in the bondage-role-playing scene you talk so much about. So it came as something of…
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It was a beautiful warm afternoon, and you were a tall man crossing State Street in Los Altos. As I was two cars back, I could only see your face, which had a very peculiar, almost sheepish expression. Then as you reached the curb, I saw that you were holding the hand…
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