RC Cola and Moon Pies

What a time for The Scorpions to be alive, or, “No YOU Became a Middle-aged Stoner, Shut Up.”

The Eight-Year Twitch

In which I take several hundred words to communicate “I quit my job;” if only I were a more talented editor.

Like George Michael, it’s the one good thing that I got.

I might be a little drunk — as anyone would have to be to make it through the entire US presidential debate — but I can still do my part.

…I which case I published this on Longreads. You’re welcome.

#fatsidestories. Take a minute, read some of it, get pissed off, and never comment on anyone’s body ever again.