Road Food. So I did the math on this. Sat down, got out the legal pad, crunched the numbers. I have been to In-N-Out one billion times. I’ve spent so much of my life there that I have to earnestly say it’s part of my identity as a Californian. Which
On Dreams. Howdy all. I’m back. Took some time off to figure out a new contract gig I’m hoping to land. Wrote a scene as Homer Simpson but it wasn’t for The Simpsons. Maybe I’ll get to talk about it sometime. Also took a day off writing because
Perihelion & Aphelion By the skin of his teeth, my youngest brother had finally graduated high school. I was in my dad’s garage, going through all my brothers’ old homework. After some thirty years, it was time to ritually destroy most of it. Leave it all behind and render it to memory,
Big Fish (Not That One) My little brother hasn’t been sleeping. I know this because I’m staying with my folks up north in advance of his high school graduation and most nights I’ll notice light from the crack under his door at 4 a.m. and hear him noodling on his guitar.
Here Goes Nothing Howdy. I’m Kaleb Horton, a writer from Bakersfield. Not the metro part, which exists, but the dusty part at the edge of the desert where tumbleweeds roll by so often they aren’t cute and dust devils stab the horizon and people ride to corner stores on horseback. My
