"I got her from a friend. I saw her, and I said, 'That doggie is going to be mine.'"
If you're looking for old Hollywood glamour, my advice would be to stay the hell out of Hollywood, especially on New Year's Eve. It is, to thousands, a perfectly perverse place to drunkenly celebrate the passing of another year.
Performing at the Skid Row Arts Festival is about defiantly expressing your existence in a world that preferred you didn't exist at all.
As of now, though, it's unclear where the $100 million will come from or how it will be used.
Does €155 add up to the going rate for an adequate Kiss cover band, a Sebastian Bach meet-and-greet and admission to a San Jose rock club on an off Saturday night? I'm not sure. But I'll tell you what it does get you: a front row ticket to history.
I've been writing this Bad Cop Blotter column for more than 18 months, and the pre-Ferguson, post-Ferguson divide is palpable – if only in a media-giving-a-shit kind of a way.
We spoke to the former Skid Row drummer about groupies and his new swinger porn career.
Homeless people have turned Las Vegas's flood tunnels into their new homes.
How the poor are being pushed out of downtown Los Angeles.
One man's trash really is another man's treasure.
Here are some ideas.