Jug wine never pretends to be something it isn’t, and if you’re drinking it you’re probably past the pretense too. Jug wine is the definition of punk rock.… More

Jug wine never pretends to be something it isn’t, and if you’re drinking it you’re probably past the pretense too. Jug wine is the definition of punk rock.… More

They’ll find each other in the dairy aisle, and she’ll say, “Oh I was looking for you!” and he’ll go pull out his massive credit card and massive dick and maybe they’ll have sex right there, in front of the probiotic yogurt and alternative butter.… More
They call me Randall here, a retired accountant. Once I was MC Assassin.… More
I was old enough to know shit was going on that my folks wanted to hide from me, but young enough not to care. I had my own secrets.… More
Turning to his patient, and grinning, the paramedic asked: “Perdóneme, un pregunta, Señor: Dañó su cabeza?” (Excuse me, one question, Sir: Did you hurt your head?)… More
At six, still raining, sky gray as sand, he walked along the shipyards. Stacks of rusty pots, boats up on stands, messy gravel parking lots. He passed puddles, but none big enough to demand his attention. None could hold a crab, much less a ship.… More
Big time baseball pitchers pose in mirrors, thinking they’re all sporting fairly large and attractive balls. But baseball is silly. My daddy has a pair of dried-out bull dangles on his truck hitch, and I’m not talking stupid rubber impostors.… More
We had been together for six years before I semi ended things and moved up north. I used the semi because I rarely truly close a chapter. I usually leave a hope, a possibility, a kindle before I am never seen again.… More
You can kill everything in the game, an entire universe of things to murder, and the few things that you can’t kill, you can bring to life with cheat codes and then kill. Intense violence, blood and gore, Graphic Depictions of Harm has it all.… More
A man shouldn’t have to apologize for the smell of his own equipment or for what he tried to do to stay in shape.… More
Except it’s not the light that causes me pain. It’s the darkness. I can hardly step out in the sun at all anymore, let alone stare at it. Cancer. The sun hates us, you know.… More