THEM SPACECRAFTS: Part One by Devin Holt Turns out it’s good that Aunt Tina is so bitchy. Because if she wasn’t, none of this would have happened. Papi would have got burned in the fires, we never would have found them SpaceCrafts, and Damone wouldn’t be two-inches from becoming my

When I was invited to spend Friday evening at “The Jug Shop” two images came to my mind.  Either I was headed to a sweet backalley moonshine hoedown or some strip club owner decided on the least enticing name in the history of skin bars.  Much to my chagrin The

I really love how many events these days are centered around local food, and this one sounds pretty sweet (as in both cool and sugary).  Usually I don’t give a shit, but occasionally I feel just slightly patriotic.  You know, around voting time, the Olympics, and yesterday because of the

I just got back from Alaska, which to me, a liberal, vegan, and judgmental Californian, appeared to be a backwards, behind-the-times, redneck state with stunningly gorgeous views and impressive wilderness. Against this lush, green backdrop, the food situation was unforgivable.  Health food stores were few and far-between and restaurants were