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Menk, by John Doran

I Still Can't Speak to My Dad, Even Though He Might Be About to Die

I traveled home to see him, and all I could talk about was my belt.
John Doran
10.1.18
Menk, by John Doran

Why Does Everything Remind Me of Taking Cocaine?

Playing a game of chess against my son, I was transported back 20 years, to a house where I'd go to score cocaine and sometimes smoke crack.
John Doran
9.24.18
Menk, by John Doran

I Got Hit by a Car and Now I Don’t Recognize My Own Thoughts

Serious trauma does funny stuff to your brain.
John Doran
9.17.18
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Having a Brain Injury Is Like Going to a Belgian Hardcore Rave

After getting hit by a car, it didn't occur to me that not getting an MRI was a mistake.
John Doran
9.10.18
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Lord, I Have a Broken Heart

When you stop drinking, you worry that no one will find you interesting ever again.
John Doran
6.22.18
VICE Long Reads

What It's Like to Get Hit by a Car and Forget Your Identity

When John Doran was hit by a car recently, his crash helmet shattered, he was knocked out, and he ended up with a concussion so severe that he temporarily forgot who he was.
John Doran
12.7.16
Meff, by John Doran

Why the British Gym Is a Uniquely Hellish Place

Bizarre entry procedures, music you will hear nowhere else and constant reminders of the inevitable end of days.
John Doran
10.19.15
Meff, by John Doran

I'm Pushing 45 and I Want to Get Fit So I Can Beat Up Strangers at Bus Stops

The first installment of John Doran's new column for VICE.
John Doran
10.5.15
Menk, by John Doran

My Son Has Replaced Me with a Cardboard Daddy

An essay on the everyday difficulties of helping your kids grow up.
John Doran
4.15.14
Menk, by John Doran

Ring the Alarm and not a Sound Is Dying

The trouble started before I even got to Heathrow. Stuck between underground stations outside of Acton Town, my cell phone rang. "Hi. Yes? This is Necrobutcher from Mayhem."
John Doran
2.21.12