Date Night

The bartender moved toward me as I slid onto a stool near one end. The bad music was interrupted by a worse DJ. I could understand at least half of what he was saying. Strip club DJs are supposed to mumble unintelligibly until they reach a pronoun. “Jack and a Bud . . . ” … More…

FKIN Updates

If you’re reading this, then you’ve noticed that the site has changed. Fond as I was of the old layout, the navigation was unintelligible. I was probably the only person with any idea how to move around it, or just how much content was there. Stay tuned as I work on the Tags and Categories … More…