Hello friends, I’m Duane and this is my spot, out here on the fire escape, pen in hand, notebook open, brain dumping while the smoke from a blunt swirls around my head. This is where the static gets filtered out, where the noise of the world becomes something you can actually hold in your hand and stare down. I don’t write for algorithms. I don’t write to go viral. I write because if I don’t, the madness piles up, and eventually it starts leaking out in less creative ways.
What you’ll find here is a mix of memory and observation, politics and personal wreckage, laughter and rage. Sometimes I’m telling stories from the road, sometimes I’m dissecting the rotted core of our democracy. Most of the time, it’s both.
This is not a curated brand. It’s not clean or neutral. It’s messy, sharp, personal. Some of it will hurt. Some of it will sound like your own thoughts, the ones you haven’t said out loud yet. And that’s the point. If you’re here, maybe you’re looking for something real? Good. Me too. So stay a while. Read. Yell. Laugh. Write back. Or just sit with it. This is for the ones who feel too much and say too little. This is for you, and for me.
Well that is all for now and thank you again for stopping by the fire escape, it’s a bit cold out here but the view is fantastic. Cheers and have a wonderful day!