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 […]