Late 1988/early 1989 was a brilliant time musically, hair metal and Rick Astley aside.
I may have reduced a short story to smouldering rubble, but we’re prone to dive bomb all aspects of our lives: careers, relationships, health. Lately our government has been particularly adept at […]
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 […]
I’ve been pretty hard on El Gordo Sumner over the last couple of years, probably because he makes it so easy with his lutes and his tantric boners. But like pretty much […]
Henry Rollins is right. I should end this post right there, but that would be nowhere near narcissistic enough. Over the past week I’ve been reading Smile, You’re Traveling, which is probably […]