So I have a weekly podcast that’s 19 episodes old. It’s called Two Writers Slinging Yang, and every week I spend, oh, 40 minutes chatting with writers from different genres. I love it, I love it, I love it. Anyhow, this week OC Weekly ran it’s BEST OF issue, and
This is a shocker, but I’ll admit: Donald Trump has done me a favor. Not joking. Throughout much of my life, I was terrified by death. That’s no exaggeration. The eternal nothingness. Forever black. Gone without return. No afterlife, no chilling on a cloud. Dead, dead, dead. Dead as a
So I’m writing something where I wanted to speak with Rich (Goose) Gossage, the former New York Yankees closer who’s now in the Hall of Fame. Do I need Gossage? No. Is he important to the project? Not overly. But he would have been nice to chat with, for context
The self-professed Face Sitting Queen is a monogamous future electrical engineer who was once offered big bucks and a Hawaiian vacation in exchange for daily jars of excrement. If that’s not Quaz material, what is?
Myeshia Johnson, the widow of Sgt. La David Johnson, appeared on Good Morning America today to speak about her late husband, as well as the phone call she received from the president. Here’s a segment … So, for me, this seems to be a pretty basic one: Soldier dies, government
“There’s no way that was written by a woman.” Such were the exact words of the wife shortly after we exited the theater, having sat through the 121-minute slog that is “Battle of the Sexes.” And, indeed, she was correct. Although the story of Billie Jean King and Bobby Riggs belongs
Of all the things this world offers humanity, nothing is more delicious than the limited self-awareness of assholes. I mean, I love ice cream. I love rollercoasters. I love Denzel Washington movies. I love Southern California. But I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever love anything as much as
In 2015, Donald Trump was asked about John McCain, the Arizona senator who spent five years as a POW in Vietnam. His reply included this sentiment: “He’s not a war hero. He’s a war hero because he was captured. I like people who weren’t captured, OK.” In 2017, Donald Trump
I have a weird obsession, and I’m not sure why it exists. I’m not obsessed with football teams, with travel, with chalk, with ballet, with math, with card tricks, with strippers, with ladders, with magazines, with zippers. I’m not obsessed with backpacks, pillows, dogs, horses, picks or numbers beginning with
My new all-time favorite memoir is (hilariously) written by a man who: A. Has played in 18 NBA games; B. Has gone on countless dates and C. Doesn’t mind talking masturbation. Hell, what’s not to love?