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.
Laces are tied, foam fingers in hand, clean-pressed jerseys feeling snug. All that's left for these diehards is an empty poster board and an array of brightly-colored permanent markers. Whoever told you sporting events involved athl... 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