Part One: Joshua Rampage
This thing could write itself; last weekend Mike and I went to find Neil Young’s house. It was a little too easy to track down the [...]
Part One: Joshua Rampage
When I think of attending baseball games I picture Indian Summer nights, patterned green grass under bright lights, hotdogs + beer + peanuts, and thousands upon [...]
Part One: Joshua Rampage
Mike "In Case You Didn’t Know I’m The Big King Over Here" Tapscott managed to leave work early (read: his 4-Square round-robby was cancelled) so we [...]
Part One: Michael Tapscott
I’ve come to realize that I love America. Perhaps it is reading Phillip Roth's The Plot Against America, a Jewish nightmare novel that imagines Charles Lindbergh [...]
Part One: Michael Tapscott
I was a loaded pistol or at least a loaded squirt gun this past Wednesday night. I felt like I’d let you, the reader, down in [...]
Part 1
By: Joshua Rampage
There are a candid few who can welcome an inconvenient and uncomfortable interruption into their lives so readily, but I was getting a little bored with [...]
Part 1
By: Michael Tapscott
Sade Sunday’s sat cold with a lingering spirit, an unnamed and undefined amorphous blob that cried out, “you have a commitment here fellows!†So, I met [...]
Mike always insists I meet him in the east bay. When I ask why he says, “because I’m here†in a way that is devoid of shame. He picks [...]
A sort of tired determinism lay in the air over the second Sade Sunday meeting between Josh and myself. We intended on talking at a rope swing, which we [...]
We decided to do it at The Nature Food dispensary Mike works at. A shared warehouse in north Berkeley, it houses and packages a wide-range of mindbogglingly expensive grains, [...]
