Ah, winter’s angry hold has finally broken. The first signs of Spring in Washington are upon us – namely, fleets of landscapers out preparing our corporate greenspaces for the warm weather. Whilst they labor with their hoes and clippers, surrounded …
James was working through the Belgian beers on the Quarry House menu while I was deciding what to do after their meager Scottish collection. “I find women who can’t cook endearing.” He said over the menu. I muttered a reply, …
Chapter Six “The Plutonium Serpent”
It’s Friday! My brain’s dead, so here’s a video for you. I think this works well if you’re like me and you’re still watching that Spalding Rockwell video over and over again. My brain’s so dead, I can’t even get …
Well, still coming down from all of the nail-biting freakout that circles around the production of a book. Now sitting around, powerless, still nail-biting, waiting for inventory to arrive at the distribution center. I remain convinced that something will fuck …
Chapter Five “The Sixteen and a Half Commandments”
“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. …
I don’t get sick often, but when I do, the Death Fever hits hard. I can usually feel it coming on. There are warning signs: the flagging attention span, the warm gauzy feeling stretching underneath my epidermis, the loss of …
Oh my god! I think my brain is dead. But I did it – our latest book hit the printer on Friday morning, and now I just have to sit back, drink vodka, and wait for the proofs…