Uncle Chris was solid. He stood a little under six feet and was so rail-thin you’d need good lighting and a pair of needle-nosed players to locate the fat on him. He was a sailor in the Royal Navy and he wore his years on his face and neck and…

I had every good intention of finishing and signing off on a project earlier this afternoon. …

I’m sitting down to write a short story — it’s 5 a.m. here at the airport. I swear I’m getting eyes from the cleaning lady who just emptied the bins. Fuck, I’m so excited. There’s going to be so much magic being slung that it’s enough to give that Harry…

I’m about to board a plane for the Emerald Isle. I packed the night before (not half-assed packing, mind you, a full-assed packing where my bag was stuffed, zipped and ready to go). Suddenly, I looked up from my book, thinking “when the hell is this thing going to start…

You know Teddy, right? Sure you do. Teddy’s coveted speech, The man in the arena is hands down one of the most badass pieces of prose I’ve ever read. During my teenage years whilst pursuing dreams of one day becoming something fucking badass, I had the S.O.B. …

Early on in my life, before I had the chance to make any sort of name for myself, I tried to be hyper-focused in what it is that I was doing. Nobody knew who the hell I was. I have yet to prove myself and so to stay on top…

Between 8 and 11, I was badly bullied in school for stuttering. My biggest fear was trying to saying my name when Mr Thomas called the register twice a day. My five minutes of fame came when I landed a supporting role in the school play, practiced (and mastered) all…

I get a sick, masochistic pleasure out of working out. Every day come rain or shine, I will throw on my white swooshes, my tattered old running cap, maybe bury my earbuds in each side of my noggin and take to pounding the pavement and trails. …

If I were some sort of therapist helping an individual struggling with patience or life in general, I’d tell them to go on a ridiculously long run and try their damndest not to die. Ultra running is less a vacation and more so a wildly inconvenient (and at times fucking…