
The temperature outside hovers around 100 degrees, and the Gorgeous Ladies Of Wrestling (GLOW) are overacting on my TV screen.
The temperature outside hovers around 100 degrees, and the Gorgeous Ladies Of Wrestling (GLOW) are overacting on my TV screen.
I hate the fucking Eagles, man.
Of all the kinds of useless, romantic useless has to be the worst.
I settled on Not The Eagles for this week’s playlist because the James Gang’s “Funk #49” blared from the speakers of this week’s story. My goal was to put together a list […]
The bad thing about being a teenager in a Black Sabbath t-shirt or gazing at your Capezios through lumps of eyeliner is that you have to hide in the closet all of […]
Summer ended and I returned to SCAD. Jody postponed her New York move for a few months and came with me. So did Jarod, my old cycling buddy and roommate, and his […]
Shortly after Independence Day 1976, we moved to Texas and reunited with my father. A new state, a new town, a new school. It didn’t take long to meet all of the […]