Monthly Archives: July 2017
As cusping-pubescent girls braid each other’s hair and the spartans all self-immolate in their nissan sentras, the difference between swagger & stagger is but a single letter. Same w/polar & solar. Or coffee & toffee. It seems like the public-place … Continue reading
There’s two stories I left out of my 2006 book Dear Al-Qaeda: Letters to The World’s Most Notorious Terror Organization and they both involve bookstores. For the handful of you who’ve never read the book, it details the 6mos I … Continue reading
I remember one time this therapist said to me that whenever I got down on everything and was overcome w/despair for the human race, had convinced myself that everything was hopeless and that people were basically scum, I should remind … Continue reading
Indolence. Lethargy. Torpor. Whatever. Trout Fisting In America appears here every Tuesday. We’re going to keep going until we reach #50, or until the Trout begs for mercy. Check out previous installments HERE.