The Nest
I set out to review The Nest, a slightly off the beaten path yuppie hangout in Bethesda, MD, but then I found myself with the same problem as when I tried to review Fire Station One in Silver Spring. The …
Acura’s Last Ride
On the road again. The interstate screaming beneath my tires, the mountains on the horizon. West into the setting sun, truckers roaring past as I hug the granny lane, cruise control to five miles over the speed limit, a steady, …
Hubris
One thing about women I’ve really come to hate is when they say they’re good in the bedroom. Because they never are, are they? Every woman I’ve been with has playfully told me this but, once I get them in …
False Starts
In college, studying history, I took a class on Nazi propaganda. An entire semester, three and a half hours a week, sitting in a darkened room watching the entire collection of the Goebbels newsreels, from the mid 1930’s right up …
In Session
I have a dream. I’m going to move to New Orleans and open up a DC-themed bar. I’m going to call it “In Session” and set it up somewhere posh where we can pick up tourists and commuters. For all …
Quakers
Someone told me over the weekend that the Quakers were one of the few religions that don’t have blood on their hands. This came up in a weird conversation at 1am on Saturday at the tail-end of a Jewish wedding …
His Satanic Majesty, Nacho Sasha
Talked to Satan last week. Looks like I’m going to be your emperor starting May 21st. So best get yourself ready.
On Ebooks
I should begin by saying that I’m a Luddite. I hate ebooks, and I think everybody who owns an ebook reader is in league with the devil and should be exterminated. I believe ebook owners, one and all, have contributed …
The Taurus
“Okay,” I told James as he flooded the engine of his Triumph Spitfire which, despite years of neglect, was in remarkably reliable condition. Somewhat. He beat his head on the steering wheel and screamed. I continued. “We do have a …
Questionable Archives
Birthday today. 37. Scary. I can post whatever I want today, though. That’s the rule. You all made this rule, not me. I am but a servant of Rome.