A little bit of Akron in La Jolla
The LJBTC community was invested by two things from Akron, Ohio at the same time. The LJBTC will never be the same.
LJBTC doesn’t welcome me
Sometimes the universe hates my plans.
Homeless in San Diego
Last year the Bear and I went to see Lewis Black in San Diego — we won’t be going back.
It’s not the cost of tickets, or the airfare, or the hotel. My ass is used to getting screwed by them.
Back in the US, Back in the US, Back in the USTA
I’ve ranted, raved and complained like a 2-year-old with no cookie about the United States Tennis Association. And just when I thought I was out for good, they pulled me back in.
The White Tiger
I learned something deep and dark about myself. If two of my friends ever go to hunt down the last white tiger on earth, the Bear and I would tag along, not say a fucking word, and laugh at all the wrong times.
Sounds awful I know.
Joining the LJBTC one Veggie at a Time
In June, I made my annual foray to join the LJBTC community. It was a whole family transition — I took the Bear. Becoming LJBTC was surprisingly easy — except
The LJBTC Community
In July, I experimented with being LJBTC. This was my first time, and I have to admit — I liked it. I might do it again next year
Beach BBQ Bingo
One of the reasons people gave me for going to La Jolla last month was to “barbecue on the beach”. What the fuck? Pussy Joe and Patrick (the tallest Pendejo) kept telling me all about the BBQ rules at the La Jolla Beach and Tennis Club. “You can […]
The Quest for Pliny
I’m ashamed to admit I spent 5 fucking days looking for a beer in San Diego. Worse? When I quit trying, the Bear found it in 2 hours…
