I refuse to disclose the age when I first experimented with drugs. Lots of drugs. Different drugs. Mind altering drugs. Lions and tigers and bears! Oh...
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Do you know what scares me? People who dress up for Halloween and my upstairs’ neighbor (I swear to god, he slaughters sheep in his...
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It’s a good morning. I’m drinking before noon. But that’s not the only reason. No, no I’m not talking about...
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What do you get with twenty piano fingers, two archaic minds, one walk in closet and an imposing amount of chain and feathers? At first, my thoughts...
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You may notice an unattractive indent of the more artistic persuasions out tonight. No local bands playing at your favorite drinking hole? Oh dear...
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There is a hole in the crotch of my favorite pajama pants. The neck of my t-shirt is folded into my bra straps (it’s too stretched out to give...
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Miss Derringer’s music is a dirty romantic. Frothy vocals married to bouncing drum beats and icy guitar riffs make this band easy to listen to....
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I’m not sure why I was awake at 5:45 a.m., this morning. And why I needed a bloody mary, mimosa and two beers before my cup of joe. Maybe...
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Jeff Betz is a quiet man. He enjoys long walks on the beach and reading. Other hobbies? Shanking fifty cent teddy bears and stretching his face...
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For today’s procession, I have prepared absolutely nothing. Zilch, nil, numero cero. The inside of my skull is clean shaven and blemish...
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