Blasphemous joy in the form of words careening over this blight.
Hiya, Iām Arick! I draw, paint, drum, pray, write, and design things. Enthusiast of charcoal dusted hands, thick-barked trees, dogs that howl, heterodoxy, dainty pastries, heavy barbells, and burnt reds
Lifelong stripper, former English professor, and forever writer telling true stories of my tumultuous life.
Practical guidance for navigating daily life in the Machine Age.