Salutations and greetings – 

This scribbling tumbling weed rolling through the inter-webs shall begin here; and know that I write best the same way I think best: from a bar stool with the sounds of society quieting life enough to let me think – like a vacuum for my consciousness.

The construction of this website and concept are admittedly incomplete: like most things, I believe it’s better to have ideas as things to bend and play with. So, consider this website that thing. However, there are a few concrete purposes of this space. It is meant to be a place of pure expression, emotional honesty, self reflection, socio-political observations, fucking good beer, hikes, and pictures of my dog because too regal for me not to show off. He’s damn beautiful.

That said, welcome.

About me: I’m a twenty-eight year old white male that’s daily spiraling in/out of obsessive attention to our current political climate, the beer industry, racial politics, gender roles, why people drink Natural Ice (or ice anything), why we can’t have cars that shut off when you’re moving too slow in the left lane, why baby boomers are allowed to still decide anything, why my anxiety is driven by the concept of debt hanging over my perceived success, and dreaming of the day my generation will hold most offices of power.

I hike, spend time with Storm (that handsome four-legger to the upper left), write, am constantly listening to music (mostly hip-hop), continuously in search of wonderfully resinous liquid odes to dankness (IPA’s), love the feeling of vinyl on my fingertips, and try to remind myself daily that life happens one day at a time – which means I need to pay closer attention.

Currently I live in Tacoma, WA – and relocated from Durham, NC in July of 2017. Ironically, this place is called the “City of Destiny”; this website is proof of it. After majoring in English Writing/Creative Writing, part of my internal dilemma has always been when I would finally give in to an idea of myself as a practicing writer.

Well – we’ll figure out what the fuck that is, means, looks like, and what beers make it easier along the way together.

Click around. You’ll find my poetry, recaps of beers/breweries or thoughts on the industry, some thoughts on the current political climate and my fluid generational rage, pictures of Storm (aka “Dogmigo”), recordings of spoken word, random shit that falls out of my head, and, at some point, a for-sale downloadable copy of a collection of my work – because this fucking site is called “in debt millennial” for a reason.

I do hope you enjoy.

As Dale Bailey used to correct me:

“Be well”.