I wrote this letter to the editor of The Independent Weekly, NC’s freedom-fighting dirty laundry mag. Same shit, different city. I got pissed when they told me the best steak in the Triangle is at Outback. That was just the beginning. ————————————————————————— I’m packing up my bags and getting the heck out of here. I Read the full article…

A friend taught me a long time ago that one of many interesting ways to meet new people when going to new towns is to have a nice, blistery shiner. A maxillary orbital sunset, as it is. What stranger isn’t going to weep compassionately for the poor dipshit with a black eye? What retired bar Read the full article…

It has occured to me more than once recently that I have a lot of shit going on. There are a million goals for me to score, and goddam I only have one stupid ball. Yeah, great sports analogy. I hate sports. Great Lance Armstrong analogy. I have two balls. I hate Lance. So, with Read the full article…