From the pages of Craigslist
Cupcake i missed you so. -w4m- (By the bridge) i want to smell you. lay your head on me, and i’ll massage your shoulder. i want to cook for you and make you feel real good. I FUCKING MISS YOU SO MUCH CUPCAKE, a gal can’t take it. WTF… I know you’ll see this punkass, cause I know what’s on your wrist. Welcome home.
Why do reheated fries taste like bullshit?– www.Reddit.com/r/AskReddit
The Guide to Body Bugs →
Written, in horrifying depth, for PRZman.com
Adam was accidentally switched with someone else shortly after birth. Dad is a...– J.A.G. on family conspiracy theories
Why Job Seekers are asking for our Facebook... →
A look into the assholery some employers dole out, written for Nerve
Why do the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles wear masks? Are they afraid that someone...– Reddit.com
In a cab, downtown
Cabby: If I had air conditioner, would you use it?
Me: Yeah, I suppose. Do you have air conditioning?
Cabby: Nah, man.
Russian punk band imprisoned over Putin protest in... →
A look into the charges of hooliganism placed on punk rockers, Pussy Riot. For Nerve
The Primero Motel
Have you heard about the underground sex rings at hotels? It’s a big thing that female concierges do. I had a friend, coming into Houston on a business trip, who stayed at a fancy big-name place in town. He presented his credit card, which a young woman ran through, and received a room key and a menu for the restaurant in the lobby. He was in the elevator when he noticed a note on the back of...
A dick without a gat is like a tomcat with a rubber. Or like a clock without...– Charles Bukowski, Pulp
“My boy,” said the vaguely family sound of my father’s voice, “I’m going to die next Tuesday.” I checked my wrist. My watch was missing. “Do you have a specific time planned?” I asked. “What do I look like? The goddamn UPS? Sometime on Tuesday.” Click. That was the voice I remembered.
ALLSTON RAT CITY →
A blog about my old haunts, pools of vomit, and wonderfully wasted weekends.
Oh, by the way everyone. Don’t even think about sending any of those...– Ripped from my Mom’s Facebook
The Nerve Mixtape with Goldfrapp →
Alison Goldfrapp and I had a nice little chat about romance, dancing in the kitchen, and road-trip music.
Stars Light the Way
When you’re being warned about the dark side of the universe from a taxi cab radio in the early hours of the morning, you can’t help but sway in the direction of the wicked. Every means of communication blares into my head at once as I try to decide whether I want to lose weight quickly or learn Swahili in eight days. Traffic lights shrug in confusion with the wind as my ride goes...