by Hannah Harkness Well, it’s finally happened. We’ve all reached a point in society where we are trapped in our homes due to a dystopian scenario being forced to smoke the whole pack of streaming services. The election talking points have now taken on a virus-y tone with the stakes
by Xan Holbrook When Werner Herzog said that Los Angeles had the most substance out of any city on Earth, he talked of the mass of contradictions that comes in a city which “manufactures dreams.” This sentiment, grand as it already is, hints at a larger truth (or series of
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by Hannah Harkness I will start by saying that this is not a review of CATS (2019). If you want a review of CATS, use your old pal Google to find the flock of culture vultures currently circling this CGI nightmare. I do not presume to have any new analysis
Seeing as New Year’s Eve is nearly here, and people will be partying their faces off on the last night of the year/decade, I figured it was really important to get this public service announcement out there: DON’T do cocaine. Honestly, I have no problem with recreational drug use. I’ve
When word broke in June that Oakland had become the second city in America to decriminalize magic mushrooms, there was one major bit of news that was overlooked by most people: Oakland was the first city in America to decriminalize nearly ALL psychedelics! That’s right, as Tryp Journal reported back in
by Hannah Harkness One day, when I was relaying my usual drug-testing rant to a fellow stand-up comic, they responded “Oh yeah, and you can just jump those tests with fake piss anyway. I got a job at a children’s hospital doing that.” Before this point, I’d only ever heard
I was looking over an 8th of shrooms – their thin white stems, their booger tainted caps, bent twisted in a kind of chaotic contortionist pose – when my dad called. He had bought tickets for something and he was very excited about it. This was nothing new.
I lost a friend to a heroin overdose when I was in college. We met at the student newspaper, and he was a brilliant writer. We all figured he would go on to great things in journalism and probably literature. Instead, he died alone in an abandoned house in Detroit with a needle in his arm.