Compressing Harassment

I killed way too many brain cells this past weekend with the Tucson Pendejos — again. But between beers (and some new alcoholic shit called the red devil or the red menance) something happened that restored just a little of my faith in humanity. We were all drinking […]

Savage Dogs

I feel about dogs the way most people feel about children — I love mine; I don’t give a flying fuck about yours. Until recently, dogs were a part of my life. But after the last dog died, the Boy went to college and I moved to Tucson. […]

Fat Biker Problems – Events

Being the fat guy at the start line in a cycling event is like being the hairy 300-pound dude at the beach in a speedo. I’m in my tight-ass shorts surrounded by all these skinny happy fucks talking about their “race” goals. They are setting up their cadence […]