Rumors of me wanting to go berserk went far and wide, and even made front pages of the local newspapers. I had to go to therapy, and by the end of the ordeal I was having dreams about the Columbine shooters. Full story
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The Dark Specter of History in Memphis
Hung Like a Gastropod
The Rigors of a Snail-Genital Illustrator
Austerity's Drug of Choice
Sisa Is Nasty Shit
This Is What Winning Looks Like
Chaos and Corruption in Afghanistan
The Fat Farms of Mauritania
Pack on Those Pounds, Ladies
Jerks Are Exploiting Cambodia's Orphans
Get It Together, People
