Sagas
The punch hit me hard right in the gut, a vicious uppercut that made each of my internal organs take turns slamming into my ribcage. The gun flew out of my hands and disappeared into the boat's wake. [...]
Fight Club Part 3: The Hospital
I smile to myself. It is actually fortunate that there are bandages covering my entire face. This way the officer cannot detect any microexpressions on my features that may indicate I am lying. [...]
A High-Speed Boat Chase (The Florida Challenge Part 18)
The boat ahead of us smashed through the waves at full speed. We were gaining on them, despite their head start. We had less weight on board, since they were hauling a manatee and all. [...]
Fight Club Part 2: The First Punch
He stands only a couple inches taller than me, but the difference feels like miles. It occurs to me that I have never been in a fight before. And yet here I am, standing against this Corinthian column of muscle and sinew. [...]
The Huntress (The Florida Challenge Part 17)
By now the majority of our surroundings were on fire. This warehouse was ripe for it. The explosions had lit up the numerous boxes and clutter, the flames racing to contaminate adjacent shelves. The whole warehouse was doomed. I said, "Yo, this is f***ing awesome!" [...]
I Am Starting My Own Fight Club
Since I plan to model my life around a book I had better make it something exciting. Something particularly visceral. Something punchy. Perhaps, in this case, the obvious choice is the best one. [...]
A Murderous Rage (The Florida Challenge Part 16)
Bros don't cry. No way, no how. But something happens when you're betrayed by your fellow bro. You feel it. It starts deep down in your finely-toned core and works its way out. It ain't crying. It's liquid testosterone. [...]
It is Time to Have a Novel Experience
I have grown tired of the endless desert of dry literary analysis. I've collapsed, my throat parched for something different. Something refreshing. [...]
A Ridiculous Last Stand (The Florida Challenge Part 15)
There I was, a travel blogger, accompanied by a zookeeper and four vaguely-foreign former captives. Together we were the unwavering legion of three hundred Spartans and this dark, dirty room inside of a villainous warehouse was our Thermopylae. [...]
I Made A Sandwich That Ruined a Child’s Day
My nephew is staying over at my house while my sister and her husband are out of town. For a while I got away with feeding the kid raw vegetables and saltines, but three days in I figured it might be time to cook something. [...]
Death and Prison (The Florida Challenge Part 14)
I lay there, blood pouring out of my neck, a simple metal door the only thing separating me from an armed militia responsible for countless human rights violations. In my professional opinion, I'd be dead in a matter of minutes. [...]
I Somehow Managed to Screw Up Ham and Eggs
There’s really no excuse for this kind of outcome, other than my own perpetual incompetence. But that’s life isn’t it? A series of mistakes followed by lessons learned. Yes, sometimes your food doesn’t come out the way you want it. We adapt, we grow, and we try to move on. [...]
Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Gunfire (The Florida Challenge Part 13)
It's tempting to think, when you find yourself imprisoned in a giant crate inside the warehouse of human traffickers, that you've hit rock bottom. But that's pretty shortsighted. Chances are, much worse things are still to come. [...]
The Beginning of My Kitchen Failures
If, years ago, you had told my college-age self that one day she would be getting paid to write a food and cocktail recipe column, she would have laughed right in your face and turned away to do another four bong hits. [...]
A Nefarious Plot Revealed (The Florida Challenge Part 12)
All we had to do was sneak into the building, subdue the dozen or so armed smugglers roaming about, murder Sid, and then take back my manatee. Easy. [...]
A Life or Death Decision About Toothpaste
It was the smell that woke me. A putrid array of filth and decay assaulted my nostrils, so rancid that it was sticky and palpable. In a flash of groggy horror, I realized what was causing such a stench:
I had not brushed my teeth in days. [...]
Grand Theft Auto (The Florida Challenge Part 11)
"So you partner with a notorious human trafficker to steal an infant manatee, release a vicious bear from its cage, psuedo-kidnap a woman and fight her in your van, then steal some innocent guy's car and break his stuff? At what point during any of this do you think you're the good guy here?” [...]
Attack of the Megalodon (The Florida Challenge Part 10)
The thing was still down there, poking at me. I plunged my arm into the water after it, trying to mash it in my fingers. If I was gonna be dragged down to the depths by some Kraken then I planned on taking it to hell with me. [...]
No Friends in High Places (The Florida Challenge Part 9)
For what it's worth, I still felt relatively confident about our chances of survival. Then I took one peek over the edge and completely changed my mind. [...]
Some Light Felony Kidnapping (The Florida Challenge Part 8)
Well, none of this has gone according to plan. Stealing animals out of zoos used to be so much easier back in the day, you know? Now it's all, "stop!" this and "let the manatee go" that. [...]
The Florida Challenge Part 7: Chaos & Terror
The sloth bear was 400 pounds of muscle encased in shaggy black fur and tipped with massive, razor sharp claws. And now it was free and hungry and running our way. [...]
The Florida Challenge Part 6: The Heist
There wasn't anyone around to stop us from leaving the zoo. All we had to do was load the manatee and drive off. A clean getaway. Or so we thought. [...]
The Florida Challenge Part 5: Trouble at the Zoo
I grinned wider than my first girlfriend's beer gut. Here I was, right on the cusp of bagging my manatee. Ain't nothing gonna stop me now! [...]
The Florida Manatee Challenge Part 4: The Smuggler
I want to liberate a manatee. Help the poor thing escape from this land of hurricanes and alligators. This is a moral crusade! Also I really want to win a bet. [...]