Cue the music. We’re going for a ride. It’s hot as Labor Day weekend should be, summer’s last holiday, last chance to boil. We have our windows down and the music is passing between cars and mixing in the space …
We all remember what happened last time. This has all, somehow, made us experts. When the season begins, the government and the media remind us to make our plans. Buy some maps. Update your phone numbers. Gather all the right …
It was long into the afternoon when my girlfriend left me behind at the Black Wave Bar. She’d walk the hot path home, calves scratched by overanxious grasses, and start on dinner. I was to follow soon behind, whenever my …
Here they come around the corner of the block, the man and his dogs. He wears soft buckskin moccasins so the sound of his feet treading the sidewalk imitates that of his two companions. Padt padt padt. The only difference …
“Now. I’m stark naked, holed up in a cramped room with two dead whores, my radio is shot to shit, and I’m blue-balled all to hell. Twelve shots in the clip. I’m estimating there’s at least seven of ‘em outside, …
Every time I head out to see my friends in New Orleans, I feel compelled to put up a note on the front page so the one or two people who read GS know absolutely every aspect of my life. …
“I knew things were bad when the second whore shook, seized up, then slid sideways off of me like a concussed jockey falling out of the saddle. Shot right through the breast. I’d thought the other one just fell or …
“Look, you not gonna get it to sound like that. It only sounds like that on the record cause it was his guitar he keep in his closet every day gettin’ soggy and melding with the temperature of the room. …
So I’m going to NOLA once again, because my foolish friends continue to offer up their couch and charity. How can I say no to beautiful people in an exciting town? Here’s the last NOLA post. I leave Thursday morning …
Did I survive my trip to New Orleans or not? Hard to tell. Especially when a delayed plane lands me with only three hours to spare before my nasty 12 hour shift at my retarded day job. Then, dragging myself …