Let me tell you about this one dickbag I met. OK, honestly that was crass, but so are many things about this story and its title. I swear, I tried to name this something a bit more civilized,…
Tip #24: When Having a Pet Doesn’t Teach You Responsibility
It was only after a few days that I learned Nadia had killed someone. As forceful as that sentence is, believe it or not, it is not as bad as it seems. One day she had been driving, surprisingly sober,…
Tip #23: A Mack Don’t React
I am a dirty, crusty, unwashed, patchouli-stank hippie. Given my blonde dreads, my penchant for roots reggae, and my total desire to understand, but complete ignorance of, the black man’s struggle, most would call me…
Tip #16: Tattoos, and Why Sobriety Should Be a Prerequisite
“Don’t talk to strangers” is a neat little morsel of wisdom that is supposedly the only thing keeping you from 15 minutes of fame with an age-progressed picture on the side of a milk carton, but it’s never served me…
Tip #3: Pregnancy Happens
My dearest friends, for a moment consider the life of an average person who has the horror of being from a city that has been pegged by the lighter-skinned part of the world as a “party-town”. In the Western Hemisphere…