You might have read Hemingway’s quote: “There is no hunting like the hunting of man.” Well, I respectfully disagree.  You may have pursued fascists over the Pyrenees, but you haven’t really hunted until you’ve tracked the urban squab, as it soars through its concrete jungle.  Pigeons: they are the ultimate adversary. Pigeons aren’t

I travel quite a bit.  I tend to leave the country at least twice a year, and I almost exclusively travel alone. What can I say? I like the anonymity that travel provides- to be a stranger in a strange land can be a narcotic. A lot of the reasons

I have been writing my name on shit since I was in high school. Nothing particularly inspired, mostly text but sometimes I do some stencil work. By and large I tend to identify as a garden variety vandal, not an artist. My awkward fumbling in the world of graffiti grant

Travelling to Medellin Colombia and getting a tour by ex-police officers of the drug lords family home, torture chamber, & final resting place

Beautiful, polished, fashion model, also travels on a shoestring budget, sleeps outside, hitch-hikes, dumpster dives, and can handle roughing it. Meet Velocity, a modern day adventurer.

I was in Alabama hanging out with some locals, where else but on a porch. The breeze stopped blowing and a cloud of flies descended on us. Wayne, the old man whose porch we were sitting on turned to his friend: ‘Get the gun,’ he said, with a dribble of

  My last day in the DF and, like so many mornings in this town, my eyes open to a criminal hangover. This cruda is beyond, and, suddenly, the cantina hopping and hanging in Toms Leather Bar until 4 am seem less legitimate without the strength of Ron Bacardi’s fortified

I’m on the phone with Justin Alexander. He’s calling from the roof of a Mexican restaurant where he’s bivouacking (sleeping under the stars) somewhere in the American Southwest. He explains that rooftops are ideal for urban camping. They provide safety and concealment and tend to pick up free wifi–tonight he’s