I just celebrated the three year anniversary since my pro MMA debut, and if my career hasn’t been crazy enough, the story of my first fight is even wilder. Back in December 2013, I was booked to fight Stephanie Skinner in an atomweight bout at an XFC show but the fight fell through a week or so before fight night, and the promotion couldn’t find me a replacement who wasn’t going to be over 115.
I'm on a hippie bus. A rolling commune on a road trip to the Summer of Love. No, not in 1967, but just now in 2017, on a two-hour, time-warped, phantasmagorical journey with San Francisco's Magic Bus tour. It takes guests through S.F. 's hippie history – the music, the flower children, the Haight – and back to that famous, hallucinogenic summer. All without dropping any (real) acid. They give you peppermint candies for pretend LSD.
Once upon a time, math geeks and computer nerds were considered totally uncool, what with their slide rules, pocket protectors and astonishing ability to get bonked in the nose with a fly ball to right field. Then time passed. A lot of stuff happened. Now those guys pretty much rule the world. Their kingdom is Silicon Valley, the coin of the realm is the latest app and the number of Teslas per block averages 25. (Number of 2007 Honda Civics with faded roof paint: 1, at least when I’m in town.)