"Sandy, sterile soil tempting no one."

Middle age white guy gets off a boat in Nantucket and acts like he owns the place. No, not me. Seriously,my great (7) grandfather, Thomas Macy, along with Tristram Coffin, and seventeen other local residents purchased Nantucket from Thomas Mayhew, the Governor of Martha’s Vineyard and then set out in a small boat on an almost suicidal journey to this distant island, and became the wind-swept and fog-bound isle’s first European settlers.

No lie. Read the rest of the whale of a tale HERE >

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O' Journal

Rod gives me the shaft.

Rod gives me the shaft.

Two nubiles, underdressed, are caressing my thighs, and I think they’re mine.
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January 19, 2020 — Johnny Mustard
A Year of Sundays

A Year of Sundays

Why did I go to Trinity Church this morning you might be asking yourself? Good question.
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January 14, 2020 — Johnny Mustard
Brave New Whirled.

Brave New Whirled.

The electricity in my head was frying my mind, one neuron at a time, to the broken-machine beat of my heart.
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January 02, 2020 — Johnny Mustard

We'd Rather Be Instagrammatically Correct.