The extortionist at the Belmont Saturday night marked my hand with an indelible permanent marker. I suppose I should be grateful he didn’t tattoo my ass, but shit. Two days later, and it’s still as strong as ever. I feel like a male Hester Prynne without the fun part, unless you think sitting a few feet in front of a giant speaker, blood trickling from your earholes as a band performs way out on the cutting edge, creating pure white noise unencumbered by such bourgeois trappings as words and music, is an orgasmic experience.
There’s something incredibly intimate about letter writing: the indelible mark on a page, the permanence of ink, and the process of consideration before putting pen to paper. Even a typewritten page feels vastly more personal than o... Read Post
"E toa e le loto, a e pa le noo." (Strong in heart but broken in the back of a man whose will is stronger than his body.) - A Samoan proverb Mark Hunt will fight Junior Dos Santos Saturday in a title eliminator at UFC 160 in Las Veg... Read Post