For years, you’ve wanted to be a legit Old Hendersonian. . You’ve wanted to live within walking distance of the Water Street District, where you can eat a different culture’s food every day of the week. . Where old men in white smocks cut your hair with hand-sharpened scissors and tell you stories about The… Continue reading Buy my mom’s house in Henderson, NV.
Teenage boys talk trash. That’s just biology. The smart ones are tactical about it, and then there’s 15 year-old Graham. I got fat in my mid-teens. I cut P.E. In favor of a drawing class, and started eating all the time. Once I realized I was sneaking up on 200 pounds, I decided to start… Continue reading Talk Trash, Eat Trash: Bike Race Edition
Four years ago today, my brother and sister-in-law had me stay after work so they could inform me that they were letting me go. It hit me kind of hard, considering my son was only two weeks old, and my wife was no longer working, but I dare say it was necessary. Despite me being the… Continue reading #Gritpunk, or What I Did After Being Fired