While driving back from LA to San Francisco last Christmas, my pregnant wife and toddler were menaced by a crazy drifter while I was washing my hands in the desolate Carl's Jr. in Paso Robles. We'd noticed him watching a TV in a corner, looking weird, but when I came out of the bathroom he was making a beeline for our…

Electr-o-pura. Couldn't get into it until I spent a week in Tahoe reading on the beach and listening to my Discman. Then it clicked, and it was amazing. Blue Line Swinger!

I'll piss on your floor.

I'll piss on your floor.

I urge you to find "Drive It All Over Me," and marvel at the skipped beat.

I urge you to find "Drive It All Over Me," and marvel at the skipped beat.

But crime in general was waning in the '90s nationwide and in most cities, which led to economic revitalization in the inner cities after a few decades of stagnation. Giuliani may have been riding a wave that was already swelling.

Exactly. And then he gets hit by a fucking car.

Next day afterglow, the day after numbness.

It's all fun and games until a narcissist commits suicide. Then it's cathartic and compelling.

It's not the editing, it's her actions on camera. She was visibly annoyed when Beverly came back, and when Beverly and Paul came back after securing their spots in the final, she hugged Paul and very intentionally avoided Beverly completely, looking down to avoid eye contact. She's cultivated her annoyance into…

When did this site just become a big unfunny meta joke about Dawes?

Oh, god. I'd almost forgotten how chilling that fucking scene is.

That movie is basically a heart attack examined in great detail.