Week of Nov. 17, 2025

Here’s a rundown of my week.

Freak Offs

What happened to all the Freak Offs? Are those not a thing anymore? It seems as though ever since ‘ol Puff P. Diddy went off to prison, you never hear about Freak Offs, vats of baby oil, or having your assistant haul around cleaning supplies and drugs for you. Maybe these things were just a fad like those kids who go around yelling, “six, seven” all the time for no apparent reason. I don’t know. If you know, please tell me.

Random Book Quote

Papua New Guinea is a steam bath permanently set at 110 degrees.

In my near month on the island, I was never completely dry. My clothes rotted. My sandals fell apart. Skin peeled in sheets from the bottom of my feet. And toilet paper stuck to my constantly moist butt.

Yes, there are parts of PNG that don’t suffer under a stifling blanket of 98.9% humidity and aren’t subject to three inches of rain a day—in the dry season—but I spent very little time there.  Certainly not enough time to alter my perception that the entire country is actually encased in a glass box that is the recipient of a continuous supply of steam delivered by vents connected to Hell via the Devil’s instruction.

---- And Monkeys Threw Crap at Me: Adventures in Hunting, Fishing, and Writing by Gayne C. Young.

Random Movie Quote

True love is hard to find, sometimes you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend...

Mitch Martin, Old School

Book Reviews

My book Tiger Tales from the Acuña Cartel got some great reviews this week.

Here’s two of my favorites.

Dixie Chicks

I once dated a gal who said her father cleaned all the Dixie Chicks’ teeth. I asked him about it. He replied that he didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. He then remembered that he had once cleaned their manager’s nephew’s teeth but that was as close as he’d ever come to the actual Dixie Chicks. This concludes the story of my long ago girlfriend’s lie about the Dixie Chicks.

What the hell did I just scroll through?

Glad you asked.

A lot of people who read my work aren’t on social media, so I thought why not post some of that stupidity on my webpage for all to read. In addition to these, I also plan on adding a few random musings, thoughts, and observations. Hope you like ‘em.

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Gayne C. Young

If you mixed Ernest Hemingway, Robert Ruark, Hunter S. Thompson, and four shots of tequila in a blender, a "Gayne Young" is what you'd call the drink!

https://www.gaynecyoung.com/
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