I read like a voracious word slut. I will do anything for a character that gets under my skin, for a wordsmith that spins a tale. Fuck that - poetry is my favorite tryst.

No tacky icicle lights up after January 1st, or else!

The neighbors aren’t psyched about the elaborate system of zip lines Amendola uses to get up into his Honda Accord, either.

Here’s a hint from someone who grew up going to the ECW Arena 4-5 times a year in the late 90’s: Shut up.

I didn’t recognize Julian without the cup in his hand

I’ve got a backyard rink in Amherst, NY that is trying to freeze now (damn global warming!), and it was my biggest fear that a nosy neighbor would try to shut it down when I first built it last year. I even checked with the building dept to make sure there wasn’t anything on the books against them. They said as long…