Kaleb Horton

If you're reading this, either in your inbox or on ghost dot io, you likely know that Kaleb Horton died on September 26, 2025.

A note from the editor: We offer our sincere apologies for taking a brief hiatus from this newsletter while Kaleb “Spike” Horton recovered from injuries sustained during an altercation that forced him to run off the edge of a cliff.

Preface: I just found out about this weird new website called 12ft.io that "bypasses paywalls," whatever that means.

I’m going full nomad lately; while I still have a place to sleep in Los Angeles, I should see more interesting sights than the same few chunks of Burbank I turned into a routine through complacency.

Apologies for the sporadic posts lately.

I’ve been away too long, and not by choice.

I was reading a list in Variety, one of those lunch break lists where you’re chewing your sandwich and see some faces you recognize and some words underneath that make you think “huh, that’s wrong” and then you finish your sandwich and throw away the wax…

This sounds like a parody of something I would post specifically.

Note: I wrote a bunch of stuff before posting the actual article.

I wish I had a time machine so I could go back in time and talk to my dad in 1988, just before I was born, and tell him what it’s like to live in the future.

David Lynch has gone on to whatever the next place is.

Honest to goodness The bars weren’t open this morning They must have been voting For a new president or something X is calling it quits.

It’s Christmastime, which means it’s time for people who make posts on the computer to list things with a little preamble you slammed out in five minutes.

People have been asking me for writing advice a lot lately.

I’m in the home stretch of an assignment, and I should be doing that, but last night I saw a documentary that wound up being so specifically related to my assignment that I can confidently claim this is a rehearsal.