Who Says Love is Dead?

Passion is necessary for sex, unless you are Mormon or one of those weird Jews. The ones with the hair and the insurance scams? Yeah, those ones.…


6 to 6: Next Time, Take Skyline

Dispatch sent me to a house in the Tucson foothills. It was a typical foothills community full of upper class false-adobe houses all painted the same…


Pink Petals of Desire

Tuesday, April 8 The cherry blossoms are in full bloom in the city, and for me, cherry blossoms always evoke the beginning of a new school year. This…


6 to 6: Traveling Mercies

She got Mother-Theresa-like into my cab in her brown dress and said: “To Saint Augustine Cathedral, on Broadway.” Saint Augustine was on the other…


Transmissions from Chicago, Part 2

There’s a common saying around here, and Chicagoans have doubtless either heard or repeated it. It has two variants, both meaning the same thing:…


Transmissions from Chicago, Part 1

Things were different here. Royko (RIP) said as much, back when this city was still Second City (now best known as some shit improv troupe; I’d…


My Love and Peace Letter to Greyhound, Part 6

Bus 4501, 9:00 AM, January 7, 2011---11:00 AM, January 7, 2011 We were twenty minutes late getting into Indianapolis. The driver of the bus to…


My Love and Peace Letter to Greyhound, Part 5

Bus 1682, 3:20 AM, January 7, 2011---8:30 AM, January 7, 2011 Clenching my asshole closed, shivering, and puffing as quickly away as possible at this…


My Love and Peace Letter to Greyhound, Part 4

Bus 1306, 6:55 AM, January 6, 2011---5:25 AM, January 7, 2011 I arrived in Denver, Colorado with a two hour layover. Let me take a minute to describe…


In the Shadow of Watts Towers, Part 1

I. Teaching isn’t easy. Certainly not in Los Angeles. I might as well say it at the start: I hate it. It’s hard to be among the young. The first day…