Friar Tuck

THE FOG MACHINE

A lone guitarist in the middle of a dark stage. The lights slowly rise. He stands in a bank of…

The DNA of Dawn Patrol resides in the cold ocean swells, which conjure power waiting to harnessed by a man…

There is a dam at Shelly Lake. It stares at you with a faint, almost imperceptible guttural growl. Tall, thick,…

The gloom is the valley of the shadow of death. It is the enemy. It is darkness and quiet, loneliness…

There’s an involuntary side-glance that occurs at The Blitz. The PAX can’t help but do a check: Who’s wielding the…

Work. Sometimes it means dirty jobs. The Worst Jobs. While in plank position for :60 YHC instigated #mumblechatter to determine…

This year, due to multiplicitous starfish expansion among the F3Raleigh ranks, two convergence sites for the fourth of July. For…

The Sherwood Forest map was of no use to this humble Friar in locating our band of merry brothers to the…

“Mast-head, there! Look sharp, all of ye! There are whales hereabouts! If ye see a white one, split your lungs…

The Rime of the Grocery GoRuck An epic poem in the style of Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s classic work, The Rime…