Gamblers split tens

Adam texted me, “Holy fuck, Sailor Song is sung by a chick!” I already knew Gigi Perez was a woman, so I confirmed his revelation. That doesn’t make me a music expert, but I’d hold my own on most music trivia teams. I grew up in the ’90s, so I’ve got the grunge scene...

My life has calmed down. I've gotten all the travel out of the way for September and I'm into an October of relaxation. Don't invite me to your kid's bday party, your wedding, your funeral, pumpkin carving, a haunted hay ride, or any bullshit apple picking. I'm not...

No one ever asks me about this blog anymore. Splittingtens may be down to single digit readers and once they die off, we're toast. Dealer 6. Split. 12. Stand. 12. Stand. Dealer flips a 10. BUST! Five. 21. Bankrupt, seeyuhlater. But when this album came out three days...

As we get older, free time becomes more scarce. Gone are the days of the random meet up while being out-and-about, as we simply don't have much out-and-about time, period. We see close friends every month or two, and friends in other cities 1-2 times a year. Staying...

I get it - fans want more, more, more. But here’s the truth: no computer, no content. This past week I hit Madrid, Ibiza, and Munich for Oktoberfest. Eight days. Tapas tours, 6am night clubs, Romanian strippers. Think EuroTrip’s Cooper with the code word...

This Thursday Meghan and I made the impossible decision to put Covy down. He hadn't been himself since June and after multiple inconclusive vet exams, it was clear his condition was getting worse. On Tuesday I checked on him in our basement, that's when it hit me;...

Charlie Kirk was shot and killed this week. I knew that he was a conservative activist and I thought of him as a click-baity social media personality but never consumed his content. We had very little in common as far as our political beliefs. I was genuinely sad when...

The Stortz family is on a vacation for a week in Avalon, NJ. It's the one time of year where we all get together to annoy the shit out of one another. There are a few kids running around - Jude, Josie, and baby Harrison - who spice up the day to day a bit. Adding the...

Suburban life has been predictably boring, so last night I treated myself to the pinnacle of excitement: a steak and potato dinner at Firebirds. I’d scoped it out before - wall-to-wall collared-shirt douchebags trying way too hard at the bar. This time, I strutted in...