Thursday Afternoon Links

Thursday Afternoon Links

Happy first Thursday in August, y'all. I just have to get through until Tuesday, and everyone will be back to school. I get to have my damn regular life back. I have started taking my 12 year old son to the gym. I'll be honest with y'all, Private Pyle was in better...

Ultimate Thursday of July Afternoon Links

Ultimate Thursday of July Afternoon Links

Welcome to the final Thursday of July. Only seven more weekdays until school starts and the absolute chaos of Summer ends. Thank the Lord! My older two are with their grandparents in NorCal. The went to see Alcatraz. I wonder if they are too young to see Phil...

Brett set out to find America, the real America, the America of strip malls and serial killers, of butthole waxing and kelp smoothies, of cocaine and maggots. He sought it in the most American part of America—Florida: swamp gas and fever dreams, where love arrives on a rickety boat and leaves when it doesn't have the money for its fourth abortion. Oh, where has Brett gone? He’s drinking at the neck of America’s wang, chewing its foreskin and working its shaft. Brett is becoming legend. Brett can never die. Brett can never die. Brett is America, facedown in his own patriotic puke: the red his blood, the white his stomach lining, and the cold, cold blue his gas station slushie, spiked with coconut rum and tetracycline.