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I'm a high school dropout who escaped reform school when I was sixteen and hitchhiked the country as a homeless teen till I finally made sense of the world. I now work as a travel writer, marketer, publicist, I published a book and broke the guinness world record for longest road trip. I've done some other crazy shit too. But I'm still alive and seven years sober. Enjoy my insanity...

Blackmailed by strippers

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I kinda miss my old blog when I was writing fucked up stories about my fucked up life. It was some hilarious shit, but the thing about it is… they were stories about me banging whores and getting arrested. How many stories can live like that on the Internet? It felt like every time I had something serious come up, be it a job interview or client proposal or magazine editor browsing through...

Hot and cold shit = good life

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I’m drinkin some coffee. It’s about 8:30AM. Saturday. I’m sleepy. Trying to wake up. Going out with a friend at 11AM to catch up on life. Doing my diligence of posting every morning. Working on my book after I write this post. The book is fucking awesome. All about using travel as a means of self-discovery; a tool, rather than some recreational activity or vacation. You brush...

I agree with Avatar

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It all started out just fine… I got a text from my buddy saying that the courts opened up again at Fort Greene Park (downtown Brooklyn). I texted him back and said dope. Let’s do 2PM. I had to move the car at noon here in Bushwick and the street-side sweeping ended at 1PM in Fort Greene. So, I figured I’d take a break from work around noon, drive over to Fort Greene, and take my...

Writer’s block and shady baristas

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What’s up with writer’s block? I don’t believe in it. That’s something that happens in the movies. If I can’t think of anything to write, maybe that’s cause I’m trying to impress myself–or someone else. Maybe writer’s block should be changed to: insecure about writing. And I’m not trying to come off as a pompous piece of dick, but how...

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This post is almost about nothing

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I was drinkin so much damn coffee that my heart was beating to a rhythm. It was skipping beats, beating twice in row, stopping for a second then coming back again. I know what you’re thinking. Damn dude. That doesn’t sound good. Well, fear not people. Yesterday I drank one cup of ice coffee and vaped the fuck outa my juul while watching yet another rendition of Biggie and...

Expert road trip hacks

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So I’m 20,000 words deep into this damn book I’m writing about how to vagabond the world when I decide late last night to do some research… What do 9-5ers really want to know about travel so that I can make sure I include it in this book? I’m certain people who are working jobs they hate are going to love this book; that’s who I need to please. Right? I mean, the...

Thoughts running through my head during meditation

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It’s really hard to meditate when you remember that you forgot to set the coffee pot timer. I wake up at 8AM and the coffeemaker starts brewing at 7:45AM, but man, that almost wasn’t the case. Just as I sat down in half-lotus position somewhere around 12:40AM and the British dude from Headspace told me to get comfortable and not think about anything and I wiggled my ass to a pleasant...

The people along the way

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It was in 2014 I think. At the time, I had a few employees and a PR agency in Los Angeles. The company had gone from one client to eleven clients rapidly. It was only six months into our operations when monthly revenue exceeded forty grand; even my accountant was excited. Then I didn’t renew the retainer on my biggest client and couldn’t afford payroll. I sat on my couch in the living...

Thinking is bad

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Sometimes at night when I’m lying in bed I’ll have ideas about what to write about the next morning. Those are bad nights. Well, not bad nights, that’s an extreme way of explaining unwanted writing prompts that pop in my head before I slumber… What I mean to say is: I try to avoid those thoughts when they present themselves. The entire point of writing every morning is to...

Ranting wrap

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After a million tutorials on Ableton Live and still not being able to turn my mic on and record my voice saying hello and play it back so that it was audible, I went into my closet last night around eleven… yes. I know. I went into my closet. Haha. Funny. Someone must be laughing. Anyway, I went into my closet, where my podcast studio has been built, and opened my computer. This is the...

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