High Enough to Die

Ideally, a recreational drug shouldn"€™t make your flesh fall off your bones. Nor should it cause you to overheat and drop dead onto the dance floor. But we don"€™t live in a perfect world, now, do we? Having come of age during the drug-soaked 1970s, I learned to cast a cynical eye toward drug-hysteria propaganda, especially since the hype rarely ...


This Ghastly Week

The seven billion huddled residents of this shimmering, twinkling, spinning orb undoubtedly performed millions of kind acts and noble deeds over the past week. The hungry were fed, the naked were clothed, and numberless innocently ...

Never Stand in the Way of Failure

College kids go through a strange phase where they decide it would be prudent to hang out with a hobo. Sometimes the kid is at the cheapest bar in town and he’s hammered enough to chat it up with a group of vagrants toward whom he ...

Osama Bin Laden

Bin Laden Wins!

"€œBin Laden Wins!"€ should be the cover headline on TIME magazine this week, rather than the hackneyed, he's-as-bad-as-Hitler cover with the red “X” through his face. Perhaps if America had a reliable source of news we ...

Mama Tried, You Failed

"€œMama Tried"€ is a popular prison tattoo and a tear-jerking Merle Haggard country ballad. The 1968 classic tells the tale of Merle breaking his mother's heart by going to jail: Mama tried to raise me better but her pleading, I ...

Curse The iPhone

"€˜Live for the here..."€™ That was the unsolicited advice proffered by an aged Beat poet to a restaurant diner at a nearby table who would not leave his cell phone alone. A cigar for the poet. Because far from being liberated by ...

Does Every Male Model Have To Be A Dumb Blonde Now?

Handsome men born before 1970 were no different than any other, average-looking, men. I mean, they were the captains of the football team and they felt the breasts of every cute girl in school and they eventually ran huge marketing ...

Tame That Tiger!

"€œTiger Woods in sex rehab clinic"€ seemed to be all that the newspapers of my native land could talk about one day last week. If you managed to miss the more staid US dailies’ coverage of the momentous event it is simply ...

The Death of Decorum

When punk hit London in the late 1970s, it was impossible to buy bondage pants or hair dye or even a leather motorcycle jacket. Punk back then was about using whatever was available to be ridiculous, even if that meant walking down the ...

It’s Good To Be Qaddafi

He is the clown prince in a continent whose rulers boast of more clowns among them than all the circuses of the world combined. He uses more black shoe polish on his hair than a company of Rumanian hussars use on their thigh-high boots, ...


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