Adventure.

Welcome, friends, to my perfectly imperfect life. Where my gas runs out just short of the exit, where the belts fly off of whichever car we’re driving, where the sheets of ice on the road are even more slippery, where the cell service runs dry, where the keys are...

These moments are everything.

After bowling, I walked back over to the House of Blues to see if there was any merch left. Nothing there, nobody was even in there. And I turned around, walked about ten feet, and one man of two called out to me, “Hey man, can I talk to you for a second?” My original...