by Mike Young | Mar 2, 2016
HOARSE Singing when you’re not supposed to is only brave into a rifle. Not in a hippie basement with a red toggle for hot water. Maybe if you’re lucky your doctor is impatient and shuffles you sizzurp without double checking stories. Someone said the...
by Mike Young | Nov 14, 2014
REMEMBER EM THOSE COFFEE SLEEVES THEY SCRIBBLE ALL THE NAMES ON? So they know who to call? Caramel no-whip choke artist for Carl? Venti skinny-dicked frapplerock for Eleanor? Well, what if they all ended up in the same pile? Cardboard headstones. Excuse me: not...
