For years I’ve had a character that’s gotten me out of many uncomfortable silences (and caused a few): Gay redneck, loves NASCAR and dick with equal fervor. Ronnie Sproles, Gay Redneck’s Christian name, drives a Ford truck with a sticker of a boy pissing on a Chevy right next to a rainbow flag decal. Today…
I was probably 5 or 6 when I received my first doctor’s kit but was disappointed with the thermometer. Always the resourceful tot, I turned to most trusted accessory. No one got more use out of crayons. I used to mash up the gold, silver and bronze ones into a fine powder, passing out portions…
Particularly when he’s critical of a certain Oscar-winning screenwriter‘s new film, “J. Edgar”: For now, we have another miscalculation in a bloodless film about a monster more pathetic than dangerous, with an odd, rambling screenplay by Oscar-winning writer Dustin Lance Black (Milk) that meanders all over the place unable to tell a story with any…
A new biography on the life of Walter Payton alleges that the NFL Hall of Famer numbed his maladies by robotically ingesting the painkiller Darvon during his playing days, was involved in extramarital dalliances and fell into a depressed state that included heavy self-medication after his NFL career ended in 1987. I interviewed Payton in…
When my older sister married her husband, families from opposite ends of the good fortune chain uncomfortably merged. His was born into old money; hers (mine) born in holes, equipped with shovels. The rehearsal dinner was at a navy blue-blooded private club in a Buckhead high-rise. I was seated next to my late Aunt Babs, a truly gifted…
I’ve written before about the coffee table Bible and the prudish stripper, my two most ingenious fibs. Today I was reminded of two others. Roughly 12 years ago today my friend Ms. Ellie was expecting a very special visitor. What started as an outlandish joke evolved into a false promise that she would be paid…
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