Criticism of movies, music, sports, media, people, and whatever notable poppy crap's hanging around and how it relates to Uhmerica's IQ, injustice and psychosis and violence and kindness and any other human conditions I decide to interpret as such...See, the net? It's still hanging.
I'm a writer because I am. An ol' man in terms of my boys. A graying athlete. A selective talker. And a cynical optimist. I am what I like, which over the last 40+ has become a calculated albeit random mental injection of all the media below...