Huts of Chuckles
A couple of years ago, when The Moon was still around, I tried my hand at stand-up comedy. Three times, in fact. Spent my...
Kickin’: Rodeo Goat
In my highly professional and totally expert opinion, no matter how fatty or juicy or upscale a hamburger is, it’s still only good for...
Whiskey Girl: All Ears
If you caught last week’s Last Call, all you need to know is that I kept my sobriety train rolling all the way to...
Rummage Rock ’n’ Roll
As this goes to print, I will have been sober for, like, I dunno, three whole days. No beer, no booze, no weed, not...
Sunday EVENIN’ Comin’ Down
Long ago, when I had a real job, one that required me to be behind a desk at 9 a.m., go to weekly meetings...
Why We Go to Joe T.’s
If you’ve lived here long enough, you know that when out of towners come to visit and when the weather’s nice, you stand a...
Live Oak Finally Comes Alive
On Saturday night, I looked around the Live Oak’s main room at the masses bouncing along to Skeleton Coast, dancing in a flood of...
The Blackhorse Rises, Shines
According to legend, there was once an itinerant holy man, wandering the countryside performing incredible feats of magic. When he wasn’t controlling the weather,...
Decisions
Saturday night, after a disappointing bowl of pho from Phuong in Haltom City (this is what I get for cheating on Pho 95), I...
Ode to PBR
“I just realized my life revolves around PBR.”
That’s a Facebook update, referring to Pabst Blue Ribbon, not Professional Bull Riders, Inc., recently posted by...
