If you’re watching your waistline, December can be more stressful than joyful.
Read MoreThis is my daily writing exercise when the creativity just ain’t flowin’.
Read MoreThe second entry in a series detailing this shit show of a career I’ve had.
Breaking into the events biz wasn’t easy, but once I did, it was pretty much smooth sailing. So much so that this period has since been dubbed “The Dirty Hustle.” A lifestyle that was every bit as much rock-and-roll as the real thing if not for a few less guitars, speakers, and groupies.
Read MoreFuck Halloween—ghosting is real and it’s happening everywhere, to seemingly everyone. The topic recently came up while I was out to dinner with some friends. We asked a buddy of mine if his girl was joining for an upcoming concert.
“We’re not talking anymore, I think.”
Read MoreHalloween weekend is upon us. In case you still don’t have your costume, I’ve put together some options for you. The best part? You probably have most of these in your closet.
Read MoreI never stood a chance. That entire theory of us human beings starting off as a blank slate is all a bunch of bullshit. There are particular traits that I learned from my parents before I was ever able to form a cohesive thought.
Read MoreSure, it’s October 10th, but are we really going to let that prevent us from discussing going sober this month?
Read MoreRight, so I get this question a lot: What exactly is my job?
I’ve worked in events since 2010. While my roles have varied over the years, what I can say is that my passion for live events has always been very much rooted in a love of music. I’ve loved music my entire life. And you probably have, too, right? Ten bucks says you have.
Read MoreMe vs The Guy My Boss Told Me Not to Worry About
Read MoreI love my friends, but catching up with them is really hard sometimes. Everyone is growing up and it feels more and more like I’ll forever be sat at the children’s table. I feel stuck. Work is fine, but I don’t know how to advance my career. My family is all sorts of fucked up right now and I feel helpless. The last girl I dated left me for someone else, married the guy on my birthday, and recently reached out because she “doesn’t know why we stopped talking.” (The icing, if you will.)
So, yeah, it ain’t great right now. I don’t really know what to say when my friends ask how I’m doing. “I’m figuring it out,” sounds a lot different now at 34 than it did when I was 25.
But, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, nothing cures the blues like a good, ol’ fashioned drink-a-thon with the crew. Get dressed, we’re going to dinner, baby!
Read MoreThe advice column no one wanted or asked for returns for it’s 7th installment! This time, we discuss suits fit for hell, JFK’s iconic sunglasses, and Rolexes.
Read MoreIt’s taken me 34 years to realize that I cannot indulge every whim.
Read More“Oooh, I like her.”
Read MoreGet your mind out of the gutter.
Read More“Pumped to announce I’m partnering with the government on an official collab! An absolute dream come true. Follow me on my journey through the halls of justice! Link in bio for merch.”
— Me showing up for court-ordered community service.
While I’d love to sit here and write stories detailing my ruggedness, they simply do not exist. It would be pretty sweet to tell tall tales about how I’ve survived in the wilderness for weeks with nothing but a pocket knife and some string, subsisting on a rotation of small animals I was able to catch and cook over the fire I was able to start. I wish I could regale you with stories of the many fights I’ve won out there in the cold, indifferent streets. Shit, even something simple and noble like helping a stranger change their tire.
Truth is, I’m not manly in the slightest sense. I’m not good with tools. I can barely throw a spiral. I know how to start a fire, but you guys better take a couple steps back before I try.
Here, a brief description of the man I turned out to be.
TJ Miller describes a lavish Hollywood party and his encounter with Paris Hilton.
Read MoreDear Intern Who Sits in the Cubicle Behind Me and Watches Me Check MLB Scores All Day,
The jig is up, it appears. Our cubicle walls are short and you, dear intern, are tall. Not to mention my screen is huge. I think I do a pretty good job at looking busy as I click and type away, but you seem to have discovered the truth.
Read MoreTen years ago on this very day, my friend Vince and I guest-bartended at McFadden’s Pub. I reached out to see if they’d let me write an article about bartending, and they actually thought it was a good idea. This is just one of many reasons they are now permanently closed.
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