(This story originally appeared in the Sacramento News & Review)
In the summer of 1994, I was a nimble, 19-year-old boy full of porn and hormones—so what was I doing not getting laid? I sure as hell wasn’t waiting until marriage. So was I training to become a
On Facebook, one of my more muscular friends posted a workout regimen from a website called Muscle & Strength. I forget what the workout was, but on the site I noticed that users would post pictures of themselves doing various muscle poses. The poses would be like
I’ve been doing other shit, man. Seriously. Who has time to update a goddamn blog all day long?
Right now I’m in Philadelphia, sitting at a Starbucks, watching angry tan people walk around. Last week I was in Wyoming marveling at inbred children as they played
I took our new dog to the Sacramento Tax Day Tea Party. We met some weird
I read a story on a New York Times blog about Chatroullette. It’s a social website that allows one user to be connected with another user via webcam, but the person you connect with is not up to you. It’s random, hence the “roulette” part. If
I just got this angry letter from Joshua Bruno. From what I can tell, he’s a real estate broker who is down for hip-hop, in the caucasian sense. I think it was my Brotha Lynch Hung interview that really offended him, but I’m not sure. It could be everything
March 24, 2010 @ Interviews
"Axe me a question, muthafucka!" Get it?!
Brotha Lynch Hung (Kevin Mann) is arguably Sacramento’s most famous rapper but, to be honest, it’s pointless to argue.
Well, first, his name is Brotha Lynch. Second, he grew up in South Sacramento’s
Pretend you are the republican state senator Roy Ashburn.
You are a happily married father of four precious little loin fruits of Jesus. As Mr. Ashburn, you go to church and follow the strict rules of the bible, except for the part that says “Test all things