A graphic designing wordsmith, with a decade-plus career in community journalism behind me. Take a mean photo, have a new camera, and have been riding the wave of Twitter for more than a year.
This isn’t three-chord bop (bastards of punk) anymore (not that’s there anything wrong with that).
Your mind, your country. They're not what they appear to be. Your desires aren't your own. Not in Challenge.
An evil tale about werewolves, small towns, and bitten penises.
Your ears have rarely had it so bad. Anger as a misfired virtue.
This album is remarkably free of cynicism, jism and nihilism.
Most of the characters by the end realize that despite their clever clothes and smart smirks, they're really just fiercely disillusioned slackers at heart.
Cheaters don't belong in the Hall of Fame.
The Steelers aren't going to know what hit them until the black eye shows in the morning.
In a "24-esque" stomach-clench of a story, a lot of good people die. A handful of terrorists get the shaft. Set in a post-9-11 world, the tale compels.