Odd Jobs & After Hours

Dear readers of this website, Today, I offer you a new piece of creative writing. A film I wrote and co-directed. Watch, like, subscribe, and send to your friends to support.

This week, I need to start by saying thank you! My team and I sought funding to support the final phases of film production. After every hurdle, from totaling the car we planned to film in to injuries on set, we are THIS CLOSE to the finish line. Support the upcoming film by clicking here. Hear a quick voice note on the matter:

It’s Thanksgiving weekend, and Juan is back to work films with me. 

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Happy Thursday! Hear a new story below.

Listen to this week’s Story Every Thursday to hear the story of Dasher, a film I am writing and hope to make in the upcoming months. Here is the first poster!

Hi there! I promise I edit more of my new book every day around say, paid jobs, and all things that must be done in life. But enjoy this new project, which is my writing but now as a podcast. If you drive often or prefer to listen rather than read, this is perfect for you! Listen here:

Thanks for being here! I’m putting the Story Every Thursday on hiatus while I work on my second book, and first novel. It’s titled, The Drifter’s Curse. It’s the story of a young man who gets “cursed” in Morocco while traveling the world. It spans UK, Germany, Spain, Morocco, Romania, and Greece. I wrote it while on a 7-month trip to all of those places. It’s a tale that pushes the real world…

From the Mexican Rainforest Between Tepic and San Blas… My pal Juan and I, we’re going to guide the boss’s friends on a night hike. What could go wrong? Well, a hurricane is swirling over the Pacific. Surrounding storms have drenched this rainforest “resort” with its tin roofs, walls made out of chopped up RVs, and no-AC cabins. The corrugated roofs over the bar and reception rattle and ping…

Let’s get out of here. It’s obviously friends and family night at the one nightclub in town, everyone else already has their people, we’re not going to meet anyone here, let’s go. We leave. Next stop is the beach at night. Lightning is visible but we can’t hear thunder as we stumble drunk and bored through this mosquito-bitten, quiet little town in Mexico. Anyway, we steal a couple plastic…

This week, I found a print shop in Tepic, Mexico, and spent thousands of Pesos on printing out the first draft of my second book. The printer whirred and clunked, and I paced as it spat out all 303 pages. It will be my first official novel. It’s titled, The Drifter’s Curse. It’s the story of a young man who gets cursed in Morocco after dating the wrong girl, and wanders from country to country…

Heat. Sweat beads on every surface of my head, and runs in rivers down my temples. My mouth opens to pant like one of the skinny street dogs that scamper up and down the flooded mud roads, with their round rocks jammed together in ankle-rolling jumbles. On my plate are three tacos and a blistered chili pepper. We’re in a building that looks like a jail cell somewhere in San Blas, a largely…

Where I’m living lately Though months of traveling across Europe and North Africa left me quite confident, Mexico City Airport is one of the most jumbled and chaotic I have ever seen. The layout forces you to retrace your steps across the entire airport to handle customs, your next boarding pass, get a bite, anything you need or want to do. The seats do not face the screens at the gates, so…

A clapboard cafe in the hills of green mountains. Rolling mist. Mild hangover. A sip of chocolate. Quivering euphoria. A transportation. A sip of chocolate that leaves you surveying your silos of pure gold. Planning the next human sacrifice to appease the old gods. Brooding over the latest troubling news of this Cortez. Yes, a cup of hot chocolate so good it makes you an Aztec king for just a…