Ye, Bourdain… Kanye hits again

It’s a hot and rainy evening here in Possibility City, and the suicide of Anthony Bourdain has popped up, plastered and trending everywhere, which means I’m drinking beer, smoking well and listening to 808s & Heartbreak, the somber, ultra-reflective, experimental... Read More ›

Derby and Kid Rock apology

People speak in bumper sticker, and I fucking hate it! There is no way your brain is so easily summed up with a collection of slapped-on platitudes stating how simply rad and righteous you are, while negating the fact you’re... Read More ›

Back from opioids

On the same day, but an hour apart, I bumped into two friends of mine quite randomly. Two friends who could not be more different, but who had both disappeared into the same shadow world of opioid addiction and who... Read More ›

‘Black Panther,’ a triumph

I’ve told friends before that I was taught to read by two people, my mother and Jim Shooter, the former editor-in-chief of Marvel Comics. I went from “Green Eggs and Ham” to Shooter’s penned “Secret Wars” in what feels like... Read More ›

George W. Kush and a wash

I’ve heard there’s a sign outside of the Rothko Chapel in Houston that reads: “This Is A Sacred Place Where All Are Welcome.” What a concept! That even a grimy heathen such as myself is allowed to enter a sacred... Read More ›