Read: Part 1 The boys expected to find the hospital in chaos, with nurses and doctors rushing frantically around Grady. Instead, they walked into sterile white indifference. Grady, pale but otherwise looking the same as always, smiled at them from his bed. Grady’s mother was there too, her enormous girth…

MK Ultra. Psychic war. EXTREME turbulence in the slipstream. Tune in, kiddos, but be careful what you tune into… 12:05 AM, January 1, 1967. Lower Haight neighborhood, San Francisco, California. The Beatles’ “Tomorrow Never Knows” emanates from a dilapidated house on an otherwise quiet street. The house’s windows glow with…

Lost Temple Found, Coded Letters, New Mysteries — Part 4 is HERE The story stars HERE Jeff followed the map to the spot where a “temple” was supposed to be. Only an empty concrete lot waited there. The city of Tacoma is built atop a gigantic manmade hill. Jeff and the empty lot were at the base of…

Systems and knowledge, not “will power,” got me there — Today marks three years (and two days) since I consumed alcohol. That’s pretty cool. What’s cooler is that it marks three years (and two days) since I had any desire to drink alcohol. That’s downright miraculous. I freed myself from alcohol by combining the systems-thinking approach of Scott Adams with…

Thousand-year-old boy, strange scribblings, temple — Part 3 is HERE The story stars HERE He paid his bill and rushed outside to read the mysterious book April had given him. He crossed the street to the park, found an empty park bench, sat, and studied the book’s cover. It was a pocket-sized Tacoma tourism guide published…

The past two weeks have been very productive for me. They’ve also been very empty. I didn’t understand why I was feeling so disconnected and dissatisfied. I had fallen into an old script — an old rhythm. I enjoy work. I enjoy productivity and challenge. …

Part 2 is HERE The story starts HERE Jeff got a room in slumland hotel inexplicably named the Blue Bird Troupe and slept the sleep of the outrageously intoxicated until sunlight and a screaming prostitute roused him awake. …

Part 1 is HERE. The story starts HERE. Jeff lay in terror and confusion on the cold, damp dock for a long moment before the corpse winked at him. He shrieked and scuttled back like a fleshy crab until he was pressed against the side of a building, illuminated by…

Wake up, son. The dream is over. Time to dream a new one. Jeff sat inside the Marine Room drinking whiskey and giving up on life. He committed both acts in methodical succession, punctuating each newly discarded aspect of his existence with a shot. I give up on love. Shot. …