No better way to spend a Sunday night than grilling cheese dogs and brats with friends on Mt. Washington, drinking someone’s home-brewed chocolate stout. I defy you to cap your weekend in…

I’m not usually an Independence Day person. I like to grill and drink, but I don’t approach it the same way I do, say, Christmas Eve (see: any of the past four…

The Los Angeles Times has a tad bit more journalistic integrity than I do, so you’re more likely to trust their opinion than you are mine. The reviewer on hand at the…

Kid needs some rest. I promised myself early last week that I was going to take it easy for a while and then I fell back into the habit of going out…

Oh folks. There are good times to be had, and I am making damned sure that I have each and every one. Last night was no exception. After finishing off the last…

Another day, another Swan Fungus reader finds their way into my presence. I promise one of these times if you approach me I won’t act like I’m having a panic attack. It’s…

Things happen quickly. Good times are had. New friends are made. Fresh experiences teach us about ourselves and the world. There’s always that one person who wants to drag you out of…

Good weekend, everyone? The rapture didn’t occur. Or did it. Maybe for us hell is just more of the same, you know? Although if this is hell I have to admit I…

Good times, people. Good times. Guys night out yesterday was a total shit-show. It involved $112 worth of shots at the first bar we hit, a stolen bottle of Jack from another…

At Birds. Where I drink quite often these days. I sit down and order a drink. Thesy remarks, “Dude, you look really good. You’re glowing!” Uh…really? Are you sure I’m not just…