In the early morning of Saturday September 9th, Anthony Torres (aka Bubbles) was shot and murdered in the Tenderloin, rocked the nightlife and the queer community of San Francisco. I wrote this eulogy to him that summed up his important to The City. As today, over ten days later, while
Fucking Bubbles. I don’t know how many times I’ve said that phrase since I first met him in Dolores Park in 2014. In fact anyone who ever met Bubbles uttered that phrase at least once, whether in absolute awe, complete exasperation, or both simultaneously. Bubbles was Bubbles. There are a
Her mother was murdered, and she is missing. The FBI and police could use your help.
What Hemingway said of bullfighting: “Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter’s honor.” Although bullfighting as sport dates back to ancient Greece, the matador we know today with his cape
This is the strychnine tree, used by nineteenth-century serial killer Dr. Thomas Neill Cream. Effing scary, right? Despite the many lovely products (cilantro, pumpkins, marijuana, +c.) the flora of the earth provide us, plants are pretty terrifying. From the hemlock that killed Socrates to the white snakeroot that (indirectly) killed