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.
Marked for life Have tattoos when young, regret them later, but it is too late, the indelible stain is there for always. The kind... Read Post
Check out Taylor Swift’s latest sweet song of revenge, “Permanent Marker.” The new tune marks the 20-year-old country cutie’s second song released from her new album, Speak Now, which drops October 25. And we love it!!!!!!!!!!!! Lis... Read Post
Chief Tango sends us our feel good stories this morning. The first is from Illinois; “I wasn’t scared. … I don’t care, it doesn’t bother me. When you work the night shift, a lot of robberies happen’’ said Rahmoun, who was at the cou... Read Post