How many times have you been at the bar and all of a sudden the lights come on. It’s closing time and you ask yourself, ‘Where did all the time go?’ Now introducing, from SLAMTRACK, The Bar Car. Now imagine you need to be somewhere, and all of a sudden you’re there. That’s right, now…
I love waking up in the middle of the night It’s always the best part of my day Everyone else is sleeping I’m either up really late or I’m the first one up in the morning On this particular morning T Philly was sitting there on the couch in my office We’re going on adventure…
from the archives… Mr. Dearborn’s Big Vacation Anna came splashing to the shore. She smiled and waved to Richard, stretched out on the beach sipping his margarita. He waved back. She was a vision of loveliness, the image of simple virtue and supple charm altogether. She was everything he ever dreamed of. Seeing her smile…
by Philip Loyd… I’ll never forget the day She moved in. My neighbor from across the hall is new to the building; she moved in just thirty-six days ago. I remember exactly when that was because that was the day of the big Ancient Aliens marathon. I remember I was just getting home and she…
by Philip Loyd… They say if you stack the current national debt in one-dollar bills, it will go all the way to the moon and back, twice. Me, I’m not so sure. Besides, who’s got $30 trillion in cash to test the theory out anyway? Not the United States, that’s for sure. Ever see the…
The world has gone completely mad. But of course you knew that. What you didn’t know is exactly how mad. Case in point: Check out this recent news clipping from the LA Times. This is what the article tells you. What the article doesn’t tell you is that this was no accident. The man crossing…
by Philip Loyd… “In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o’clock in the morning…” ―F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up But seriously. Have you ever noticed? 3AM? It comes around once every day. Without fail. In fact, it comes around so quietly, you hardly even know it’s there. Long before I…
by Philip Loyd… I used to live with this actress girl, years ago when I was young. She was diabetic, had to take insulin shots every day. I couldn’t stand needles, couldn’t stand even watching. It was a good thing she had no problem injecting herself. The diabetes made her tired. She took naps a…
by Philip Loyd, American … My friend TJ Max isn’t just a sexist and a swamp rat, he’s an author as well. In fact, he’s recently penned a treatise he calls Trademark USA, and plausible or not, it’s quite revolutionary. The whole thing is more than two-hundred pages long and he wrote it all in…
You may know him better as Jo-Jo the Dog-Faced Boy, but his real name was Fedor Jeftichew. Fedor was a famous Russian sideshow performer who toured Europe with his father, the ‘Wild Man from the Kostroma Forest’, in 1873 and was brought to the United States of America in 1884 by P.T. Barnum. It was…
