Like Hemingway’s Paris, The Goodbye Blue Monday is now going to have to be something crazy that we carry within us—a light burning like the tip of a hand-rolled America Spirit. In this café in the Mission of San Francisco, I should be working on the article that is due at midnight. But upon…
Come gather round. Wherever you roam. Admit it: The waters around you have grown. Keep your eyes wide. The chance won’t come again. Come mothers and fathers throughout the land. Don’t criticuze what you can’t understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command. Your old road is rapidly again’. Please get out of the new on…
Last night a friend of mine was stabbed several times in the face. He was also stabbed in the bicep while stripped naked. Another friend had his shirt taken from him and people–girls as young as sixteen–stapled his body with a wood stapler. And then there were the fireballs. Raging, manic clouds of flame that…
*Photos Taken, Secretly, After She Promised She Wouldn’t Take Any, By Jennifer Martinez How many women go from the spa, to the sangria, to The Goodbye Blue Monday, To Pearls Social Billy Club, to arm wrestling matches at Gotham City Longue? At Pearl’s I felt compelled to kiss the manager of another bar where I am working…
