I drink the drink
Stories about excessive sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll always sound so cool and glamorous if you only listen to the first half of them. It’s always the second half where things go terribly arry and people realize a character’s inevitable demise.Unfortunately, many of us hear how amazing the first part of these stories are and leave, mid-sentence, to go live our own mischievous adventure. We never stay and listen to how such-and-such’s fabulous tales of debauchery finished. They rarely finish well.By the age of twenty-five, many of us have already been living out our

Public Access TV Star (a Rap)
I'm laying down some sick beats in the studio, now, but wanted to give you a sneak preview of a rap video I plan to shoot at some point in the future. This phat rhyme written by Jon Ray and Dustin Doering. I'm a public access TV star! I ride my bike to work, 'cause I don't need no car! When my crew goes out, people know who we are (sometimes) My fans listen close, 'cause I say what I like. And we don't use a boom, we got that in-camera mic! (It's a rental) Film a show today

Praise the Lord
It takes a special kind of person to wear two-tone Wingtip Oxford shoes in public. But, once a week, at the Ebenezer Baptist Church on the east side of Austin, just these kinds of people gather together in masses to worship the Lord. Men wearing suits in colors plucked from a fruit basket lead women with big hats into the sanctuary and laugh deep, long laughs. I can only assume that they find their attire as amusing as I do. I look down on these people, not in the metaphorical or omniscient sense, but in the quite literal sense. My second story balcony faces their sanctuary and it has become habit for me to sit outside and have my breakfast as I

Going Up
The hotel elevator was long, designed for uniformed men and women to roll in a gurney and wheel out temporary residents who had partied too hard.I sat in the far corner and stared at people’s faces as they watched digital representations of each floor change overhead. It seemed impossible to ignore the precision in which I was belting out Sia lyrics, but they managed. They were not interested in being my friend.It wasn’t that I was trying to be weird, but I was tired and bored and didn’t have anything else to do, at that particular time in my life.

Skydiving Thoughts
All of our thoughts dance in the clouds together and then skydive to earth to form our reality just as we have envisioned it. Posted via email from Jon Ray