I’m going to skip over the more difficult-to-explain highlights of the trip out to Coachella and the first day of the show. The crew was this: Voodoo (also known as Jay), Voo’s boyfriend Sean, Voo’s landlord and buddy Mike, and Mike’s buddy Ron. I picked them up from LAX on Friday night and brought them back up to Thousand Oaks to hotel it for ( Read more... )

An Uplifting Story About Dead Babies

This story was told to me by a nurse who I talked to for an hour or so in a lame coffee house back in Jersey. We had ended up talking because we were the only two people in the place at noon on a Saturday, which was not unheard of for this perpetually unsuccessful establishment, but on this particular day two ( Read more... )

Okay, so let me give you a little background on this, not like it's going to make sense even with the background, but at least you'll get a couple of the references to things in reality then. I have a friend named Kari, who I like to crack on for having slept with several hundred men. Whether that's true I ain't fucking saying. Now, when I met Kari ( Read more... )

I actually submitted the following for an unpaid position as a blogger for www.LAVoice.org and now that I've already sent that in and THEN gone and read the site, I realize there's no fucking way they're printing this ( Read more... )

I don't care whether or not you people like it as much as I do, this is the greatest stuff ever ( Read more... )

This is just to show you whose boss around here ( Read more... )

One of the only things I read growing up besides collections of Calvin and Hobbes strips was a magazine called the Harvard Lampoon. It came addressed to my sister, but was for all of us, and it required great study. Written by Harvard University students (I'm assuming the funniest ones), it's not a 100 percent shot for a laugh, but occasionally, ( Read more... )

This was the beginning of what I thought could be a book that I wrote in one Stacker-fueled morning. Disappointing. At the time I'd thought it was quite good ( Read more... )

It’s too hot for the occasion. In fact, I have the air conditioning fully cranked in my car, parked on the side of a main street in a small town. My window is open about an inch for the smoke to escape, but it isn’t enough and the thickness of smoke surrounding me makes it both unpleasant and difficult to breathe, but to roll it down any further ( Read more... )

I might write more of this, I might not. I don't know what the point of it is, don't know where it's going. Just... what the fuck ( Read more... )