This is not a blog. This is a running record of farm stories and fails — written live, from the mud, by a man who once believed twelve acres would be “peaceful.” Everything here actually happened. That’s the problem. My suffering is your entertainment. Enjoy responsibly.
New dispatches drop every Tuesday and Friday. The farm does not take weeks off. Neither does the suffering.
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A Grown Man Getting Emotional in a Pasture
Three years ago I promised Mariah a horse property. Tonight I came home, looked across the pasture at Coco and Freya standing together, and realized I actually kept it.
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DO YOU EVEN LIFT, BRO?
DO YOU EVEN LIFT, BRO? Because I’m looking for a few strong dudes, you know the type… dads needing beer money, former football players, blue collar warlords, or 54-year-old men with terrifying “dad strength” where they shake your hand and you immediately understand why drywall…
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GHOST-FREE HOUSE FOR SALE
GHOST-FREE HOUSE FOR SALE. But if that’s your thing, I’ll stick around and scare you for the first year after you buy it. 1045 8th Ave, Brackenridge, PA 15014 The house in question. Note the complete absence of visible ghosts. Frank is camera-shy. Asking $170,000,…
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