Blasian
9-19. A call, and sounds I hope to God I never hear again. This one’s about my best friend.
Read →The stories behind the scars.
Not motivational bullshit. Real stories.
This is where the polished version gets tossed out.
The plans that failed. The mistakes we made. The curveballs we never saw coming. What happened next.
Not every story has a clean lesson. Some just leave a scar and a better sense of humor.
9-19. A call, and sounds I hope to God I never hear again. This one’s about my best friend.
Read →Three people, ripped from my life too soon. Two I call brothers. One blood. This is where I start telling it.
Read →7-12 to 7-15. Three days of hell. I lost my brother and my grandmother in the same breath.
Read →5-16. Shane passed. His front yard is where my nephew christened me Uncle Longbeard.
Read →Grief does not end when everyone else gets bored of your grief. The calls fade, but the cycle keeps coming back.
Read →Got a story from when shit hit the fan?
New stories drop when they’re ready — usually weekly, no filler. Drop your email and we’ll holler when there’s something worth sitting down for.
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