My Baby Deserves a Hell Ride

I can’t stop this vomity feeling and that’s just the kind of birtday gift my darling husband deserves.

Queensry(umlaut)che (who?) is coming to town on Saturday and they’re going to be riding Buells (ahem, HARLEY-DAVIDSONS). I agreed to join him. (Here comes that feeling.) I’ll be riding about 4 hours behind them. First, […]

Despite all your rage

My quest to see fuckers kick the shit out of each other takes me to The Myth Nightclub this Wednesday night. I have traveled near and far to watch, and I always come up empty-handed. Inept bookers, cancelled shows, last-minute venue changes, no media passes, rained-out fights in parking lots and no nut kicking […]