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My name is Brian, though my family knows me as Cabezón (“Big Head”), the latest in a long line of ginormous domes stretching back to the Old Country and the Old World.

The size of my most prodigious feature inspired my first published collection of stories, Big Head on the Block, in October 2023. Nearly all the stories in that book originated here on Substack, where each week I share reflections and rambles from the basement of my mind—to take a phrase from E.B White. My stories generally focus on the themes of growing up, failing to grow up, being a failure as a grown-up, and traveling back to the time before I was a failure and a grown-up. It’s exhilarating stuff.

I’ve written since at least third grade. That was the year I took a notebook and began scribbling lyrics for refashioned Spice Girls songs that I planned to perform as the Spice Boys with the two other boys in my Catholic school class. Justin and Dong-Hyun weren’t interested in my idea, but I kept scribbling anyway.

Most of my writing, for years, was bad. Very bad. In notebooks, I jotted down poetry and song lyrics inspired by Blink-182 and System of a Down. After the internet crept into every American household by the early 2000s, my thoughts spilled out in blogs hosted on LiveJournal, DeadJournal, Blurty, and Myspace. By my freshman year at William Paterson University, I took my Facebook rambles about politics and religion and started a website described to visitors as a place of “contemplations for anomalous minds.” 

Like many millennials who graduated from college during The Great Recession, I had few job prospects in 2011. So, instead of doing the reasonable thing and attending grad school for a degree as useless as the one I’d just earned in Latin American studies, I moved a half day’s drive from my hometown of Bayonne, New Jersey, to experience America outside the immigrant-dense, concrete jungles of the Northeast. My only job offers when I got to Knoxville, Tennessee, were at a call center or a local bank. I took the bank job and spent three years as a bill collector asking poor folks in trailer parks across America to send Jim Clayton money for less than what I’d currently make working at Chick-fil-A.

But my day job didn’t matter much to me. I came alive at night when I took the bad songs I wrote during my lunch break and sang them while playing a guitar and a harmonica in coffee shops up and down East Tennessee. When I got off a call quickly, I kept the receiver at my ear, pretending I was still hassling a customer for money. Instead, I found websites that weren’t blocked by firewalls to stream Champions League games and drafted soccer stories for Bleacher Report and other blogs whenever my boss wasn’t looking over my shoulder. I taught myself basic WordPress. During that time, I made this and this, which got me into grad school for journalism. I interned at ESPN during the World Cup summer of 2014 and wrote about sports for local newspapers and a national college soccer blog. In 2015, I signed a contract with the U.S. Department of State and spent three years writing profiles and leading content creation for a mentorship program for female and disabled athletes from around the world.

In the time I’ve written stories for pay, I’ve profiled American cage fighters, immigrant soccer players, Oscar-nominated filmmakers, front-line healthcare workers, and hundreds of sports, business, nonprofit, and higher education leaders from around the world. In 2017, I was invited back to the University of Tennessee to teach writing to journalism and public relations students. And I’ve spoken about the craft at national conferences, storytelling roundtables, and workshops for high school students.

I don’t think it’s possible for me to be happy if I’m not scribbling words on paper or in Google Docs. In 2021, I began the process of separating the work I do to feed my family and the work I do that requires no paycheck or outside attention for motivation (I also started a soccer podcast with a friend).

The stories you read here are about old soccer heroesused bookstores, and family. Occasionally, I break down my published work, doing my best to show how you can replicate it. This Substack is a space, I hope, for a community of ordinary and unusual, normal and non-conforming people to read, learn, and engage with each other. So, thanks for signing up for the journey. I’m excited to see where this takes us.


A selection of my recent and favorite published work:

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I write every week about growing up, coming to terms with failure, finding contentment in the ordinary, and whatever else piques my curiosity. One half of the @knoxsoccerpodcast team.