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I Do Protest: Part 8

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I Do Protest: Part 8

"I shouldn't have relied on the decency of people. But damned if that isn't a lesson I'm loathe to learn." 

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I Do Protest: Part 7

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I Do Protest: Part 7

"Sacred ground. No one was touching anyone. But the point hovered aloft in the air, polluting the pure singularity of purpose intrinsic to the act of prayer."

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I Do Protest: Part 6

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I Do Protest: Part 6

"It was a battle of egos to see who would get to die the most heroically."

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I Do Protest: Part 5

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I Do Protest: Part 5

"One chance before I just burst into a random dwelling and went to sleep, maybe waking up bloody, but alive."

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I Do Protest: Part 4

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I Do Protest: Part 4

This would be a protest of epic proportions. And then they announced the victory.

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I Do Protest: Part 3

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I Do Protest: Part 3

Another 60 or so miles and we’d be stranded in the middle of nowhere. That’s when I saw the bears in the middle of the road.

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I Do Protest: Part 2

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I Do Protest: Part 2

That's right. I had a companion, a destination, and a call to action. I felt like Ewan McGregor in Trainspotting, begging "Just one more hit! Just one more fookin' hit!"

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I Do Protest: Part 1

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I Do Protest: Part 1

"...you can’t hold a soul in your hand like you can a gold nugget."

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Know Your Place

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Know Your Place

Arrogance is an oily thing, greasing the passage of reality through the trembling fingers of people too afraid to wash it off.

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Chris Fedalei For Congress

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Chris Fedalei For Congress

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my profound pleasure to introduce your next congressman and my good friend, Chris Fedalei."

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Nicaragua: A Knuckle Dragger's Guide Part 13

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Nicaragua: A Knuckle Dragger's Guide Part 13

But as soon as he mentioned “muerte,” my kindness switched off and I grabbed my knife, my finger on the flicking mechanism, and turned to see a man with nothing to lose. 

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Nicaragua: A Knuckle Dragger's Guide Part 12

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Nicaragua: A Knuckle Dragger's Guide Part 12

She tilted her head and her eyes began to widen, along with her smile, which slowly became more of a gesture of baring her teeth than it was a greeting.

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Nicaragua: A Knuckle Dragger's Guide Part 11

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Nicaragua: A Knuckle Dragger's Guide Part 11

It wasn’t about keeping up with those around us, but making sure we had what we needed, the rest going to friends, cold beer, and the big sky.

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Nicaragua: A Knuckle Dragger's Guide Part 4

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Nicaragua: A Knuckle Dragger's Guide Part 4

"There was a strange power to this place. It was undeniable. This was where it would happen. This was where I'd break myself down, to rebuild into something stronger."

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Ser Fuerte

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Ser Fuerte

"He didn't need to be held. He needed a weapon."

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The Dying Art of Smoking

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The Dying Art of Smoking

"It can be my own private place, where every cigarette is a middle finger to a species more focused on self interest than the betterment of the world that made them. So I’d say about a pack a day."

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