As a child spoiled by the weather on the West Coast, I will admit that I am a certified wuss when it comes to dealing with “cold” weather. As far as I’m concerned, anyt[...]

For Part I, click here. I stood outside the previously impenetrable aluminum fence waiting for Phlip to hand me the wristband.  Even though I had found it, Phlip went Christopher C[...]

My coffee table was taken up by Heath’s Ledger: bags of bubblegum kush, shrooms, vikes, Adderall, molly pops, ‘cid, and a tin of yay.  On occasion, I let my friends use my house as[...]

The problem with U2 is that Bono is an insufferable, self-important blowhard. Or that’s what most people think the problem is, anyway. On a recent summer night in St. Louis, where [...]

For reasons unbeknownst to me, I receive an issue of Men’s Fitness every month. I don’t recall ever subscribing to it, and think that I might’ve been roped into receiving its 100-p[...]

The email was intoxicating. It sat there in my inbox for three weeks, a relic I could return to for years — an early record of our unlikely, astounding success. The little-kn[...]

Baseball has a lot of unwritten rules, taboos if you will. Don’t take too long to trot around the bases after a home run. Don’t steal the catcher’s signs. Don’t shave your face. Do[...]

In case you would go walking… don’t lose yourself. I was on the floor staring at the ceiling fan.  I wanted it to move. Sweat bubbled on my cheeks and I wanted it to move.  Vincent[...]

What follows is a portion of a rather half-assed journal of my summer trip through Europe. Somewhere between Reykjakiv and Boston. Tuesday. Time: depends on who you ask, I suppose.[...]

12:09 p.m. I’m late.  I walk into the casting and ask for Candace.  She steps out from the back wearing a yellow lace mini-dress and black blazer and black boots that remind me of [...]