I awoke this morning in a damp, musty basement that reeked of incense, stale sweat, moldy pizza, soiled underpants, cat litter, marijuana, and despair. My head was throbbing, my skin felt like burned ice, and the most horrible hip hop… Read More ›
I’d been waiting around the parking lot of a local McDonald’s for a good fifteen minutes when my black-market prescription-medication procurer Skynyrd Dave finally arrived. He was driving a bright-yellow ‘70s-era Camaro with severe muffler issues, Nazareth’s “Hair of the… Read More ›
I mean seriously, what kind of woman walks into the beauty parlor and says, “Give me the Dee Dee Ramone?” Are we sure she’s not a lesbian?
Thanks for asking. I’d stay and chat, but I’m this close to mastering Rush’s “2112” on this thing and don’t want to lose my train of thought. Ciao.
Unbelievable. Here I thought Willie Nelson was a fine, upstanding American, just like all country & western singers. Then he has to go and get charged with possession of marijuana and psilocybin mushrooms, revealing himself to be nothing more than a… Read More ›