Because what I see in the mirror is 1969 Shatneresque BEEFCAKE. You may have noticed that I wear a strong optical prescription.
I wouldn’t believe you if you told me you had this dream, but I’m going to tell you anyway because it’s true: I just dreamt I was a caveman being pursued by other cavemen. I was fighting them off with a trussed-up alligator as a spearlike bludgeoning ram. It was so absurd it woke me […]
Angie was my nextdoor cabin neighbor on one of the ships where I worked the piano bar. Someone posted a video of her on Facebook, doing a set at some songwriter festival in Key West. I thought you might be interested in the little behind-the-scenes bit she shares from her experience as a contestant on […]
But, y’know, you can watch it too.
…said nobody ever. That’s what’s so creepy about having “a rat in the garage”.