Dissoluteness

Occidentalism: “…temptation, tourism, and hidden despair.”

Goon, greetings from Ho Chi Minh City. It is charming here. It’s a little run down, but it’s also new and sparkling. It’s a bit on the dangerous side, but it’s actually quite safe. It’s cheap as fuck, but it can drain your bank account. It is a land of wonderful contradiction peppered with palm trees. Anyway, writing is one of…

Occidentalism: To Sell Out and Also Get into the Thick of the Underground

A letter from Rogue Leisure: Goon, you old cad, I wish you could see where I work.  The Portland me would have creamed his Japanese denim jeans.  And now I’m here and I don’t even fit in.  It’s only been a few weeks and I’m tired of trying.  It could be a shortcoming.  It might be that I am not…

When Nights Are Dulled

At some point during the holidays, I suppose I must have realized that I was hitting bottom.  I was working too damned much, I wasn’t sleeping, and only the sweet medicating nectar of distilled grains kept me grounded. It’s been a particularly busy several months for me.  While once I had aspired to be something, I found myself aspiring to be nothing.…