I’ve always been whackadoo, sometimes worse than others. In 1985 I decided that I was going to eventually own every album that my store carried. How I was going to manage that […]
119. Return of the Son of Son of Return of the Son of the Cutout Bin
It’s time to leave South Carolina: past time, probably. For the last two years you’ve been reading true tales of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros. You are a patient lot. I can’t […]
44. Won’t You Help Me Girl Just As Soon As You Can?
“Without a soundtrack, human interaction is meaningless.” – Chuck Klosterman Breakups are always difficult. It doesn’t matter if one is fifteen of fifty, whether you are the dumper or the dumpee, have been […]