I’m not sure if it’s possible to hit #1 this week in Southern Fiction. But for $.99 you can help me find out! 😛 Help me get the word out! 🙏🏼 amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B094GN…

There are just a few more days to snag this unprecedented deal on ☠️IT DIES WITH YOU☠️ by Scott Blackburn!

Birdie is the David Corenswet of Golden Retrievers.

“An engaging tale of redemption wrapped in a gritty crime yarn.” (Kirkus) Last day to snag my book for cheap! REPOST and help me hit 100k reach! Appreciate y’all. 🤘🫶 amazon.com/Dies-You-Novel…

Finally convinced my wife, who is 10 years younger than me, to watch the original Naked Gun last night. Her, seven minutes in: “Is the whole movie like…this?” Yes. Yes it is.

An anthology of fight stories from 10 incredible writers. Edited by yours truly. Ebook/audiobook from Leonardo Audio. Full cover reveal, author list, and pub date coming soon!

One year ago today, my life was saved by members of the NYPD Chief of Transit FDNY and Mount Sinai Fuster Heart Hospital I am eternally grateful to them for being able to carry on. Go see your Cardiologist and get an ECHO. ✌️❤️

Did not expect to be moved to tears by HBO’s Billy Joel doc. But, nearly five hours later, here I am. A gripping account of an undervalued master. Just phenomenal.

I’ve got an essay in the new issue of Rock and a Hard Place Press. It’s mixed in there with more killer stories like AD’s. Check it out!

Just rewatched Twin Peaks: The Return’s 17th episode. Lynch and Frost showing 25 years later why Laura screams for seemingly no reason in FWWM still splits my head open. Everyone talks up E8, but the real heads know that 17’s this show’s—and maybe television’s?—peak.

Not much makes a man feel as useless than coming out of periodontal surgery, numb to the point of incoherence and drugged up on generic Valium.

No one has ever spelled “rhythm” correctly on the first try.

My wife just told me Belly is about to go back to Conrad even though she’s engaged to Jeremiah and I know what she’s referencing and that disturbs me.

Really loved this collection. Whatever Kills The Pain, by C.W. Blackwell. I’ve never read a book by Blackwell I did not appreciate. He is one of my favorite writers working today.

Same.

Was in the Bronx last night for the retirement of a legend. Sgt. Bryan spent 33 years in NYC's busiest houses. I only worked for him for a year, but I learned a ton. A gentleman who earned every paycheck. Also, I appear borderline intox in this photo.

The Monkey is more proof that Oz Perkins knows how to shoot creepy shit and press our buttons. I loved it.