Hang Yourself in the Woods
Google tells me that the site is getting tons of hits from the search term “hang yourself in the woods.” It’s probably because of this article from 2008, but I think it’s awesome that at least 15 people have searched …
Google tells me that the site is getting tons of hits from the search term “hang yourself in the woods.” It’s probably because of this article from 2008, but I think it’s awesome that at least 15 people have searched …
Man, I blame so many people for all the bad shit that’s happened to me. The evil of my parents, the ingratitude and downright vicious usury of my idiot friends in high school, ex-lovers who are fucking retards for leaving …
For the last four years, I’ve kind of been stuck in place, emotionally and physically. Years spent tackling the long, arduous process of healing – from chronic pain, to brain surgery, to the newly unclouded realization that life really is …
Silver Spring’s historic dive bar, the Quarry House, is dead. What it used to be, that is. The old Quarry House. It’s taken me six years or so to come to grips with this.
It’s the anniversary year for Great Society. In April of 2001, I set up Dirtyfreaks.com. I think there was the vague idea that it would be a porn site, but that somehow drifted into becoming a “literary” community. Which, then, …
The thing I miss the most about Bethesda, MD, is the somewhat downtrodden have/have-not divide of the 80’s and early 90’s. Before it became a glittering jewel in the Galactic Empire’s crown. People make fun of me when I rant …
From the archives (2006): A review of the original 1986 Transformers movie.
Long ago, a girl once said that I wouldn’t be able to survive the death of my grandparents. A comment that disturbed me then and now. She was so up in my shit that she asked me to marry her, …
For quite some time now, I’ve been having a recurring dream. I guess. The dream itself isn’t the same, but it always has the same sort of ending – I’m walking at night in my childhood neighborhood and enter a …
For one glorious summer, back in 1994, I was the assistant groundskeeper at the same utopian suburban paradise where I was collecting questionable sexual experiences. I wasn’t a very good groundskeeper, but that was okay. The job consisted of a …