The Harvesting Effect

- In loving memory of Eric S. - “The cosmic vacuum of the desert was a perfect place to program young minds.” – Charles Manson Saturday.  As day turned into evening I was battling back the hangover with more alcohol.  Too exhausted to even leave the couch, my X-Box fried beyond repair, I was watching movies on my laptop.  I had flashbacks to Iraq – sitting in the sweltering heat, watching my life ooze out of my body as I stared... Read More

Chode

A friend recently got back into town from a dusty yet uneventful overseas deployment and after a phone call we met up the other night at the Whistle Stop for some cold beers and Connect-Four.  Tuesday night is game night at the W/S, and nowadays it’s the best night to rip that place up ever since the weekends became the equivalent of playing twister with a hundred pale nerds wearing tight jeans in a rickety cattle car.  As the DJ spun soothing... Read More

Sprague or a Donkey (.com)

The crew had assembled, beers were being drained at a record pace, many subjects were debated until somehow the focal sum of all our wonderings was directed at one question.  One question to rule them all. Would you rather have sex with Sprague or a donkey? Seemingly an innocent enough query, but much truth lay in the divination of ones answer.  Perhaps the very core of a person’s being is the wellspring from which the answer to this pondering... Read More

G.G. Allin

Born Jesus Christ Allin, G.G. Allin was to some the ultimate symbol of rock & roll rebellion, taking it to extremes that no one else was dangerous enough to explore. To others he was a lunatic whose attempts to shock and disgust were too ham-fisted to be taken seriously. Wherever the truth lay, there can be no doubt that Allin was the most spectacular degenerate in rock & roll history. Just to give GG the best possible representation I’m... Read More

Metamorphosis

I made my escape after 5 hardcore days of my VA Beach friends trying to give me liver cancer and even though every part of me just wanted to get back on the road I was torn.  It was hard to say goodbye to the friends and places.  Memory is a dirty liar when it comes to things like this, and for some reason even though I was haunted by the experiences of a life that was gone, there was a part of me that didn’t want to leave.  I met Colin on my... Read More