Vegas

September 14, 2023 Kyle K. Mann 0

The trip to Vegas was boring. Well, mostly. I was alone, hot (I hate airco and seldom use it) and grumpy, if simultaneously mildly amused. I was driving to Vegas to bet a grand on the San Francisco 49ers to win the Super Bowl.

Conrad Reeder art for The Silo: Season One

The Silo: Season One **SPOILER ALERT**

August 9, 2023 Conrad Reeder 0

The great thing about watching these sorts of series by myself in the comfort of my own home on my rather large TV screen is that I can fast forward through the boring plot stuff (like the lingering chase scenes that invariably end how they are foreshadowed) and hover where I like.

The alternative to a naughty photo

Drug Run: Chapter 12 -Getting to the Good Part

August 8, 2023 Gonzo Today 0

Billy was groaning in disbelieving shock. He stood in the shower near the spraying nozzle, water running down his back, as Suze gleefully soaped his chest with the motel giveaway bar. This had to be a dream, and if so, he hoped fervently he wouldn’t wake. He had admired, hell, outright lusted for Suze for almost all his sexual maturity. Now here she was, voluptuous body glistening in front of him, taking charge as she kept up a running commentary.

Corrupt

July 18, 2022 Peter W. Burchard 0

There’s insider trading that’s not for you (take Feinstein, Clinton or many other high-ranking politicians), or Martha Stuart. At least she had the balls and the integrity to concede she had done wrong, go to jail, and serve her time. Can’t think of anyone else.

Why I’m Unvaxed and Proud 

June 22, 2022 Kyle K. Mann 0

I firmly stood my ground in the face of the most relentless propaganda campaign in history. Endless messages in the media. Scorn and ridicule from close friends and family. Shamed and called immoral. Isolation and loneliness. Missing special events that should have meant a lot in my life and that can never be recovered.

How I Got in the Film Biz

June 15, 2022 Kyle K. Mann 0

The car that stopped for me was decidedly funky, old and beat up. A beach cruiser, we used to call them in Hawaii. I fearlessly threw my pack in and jumped in the back seat. In the front seat, two rastas sporting huge wild dreadlocks looked at me with expressions bordering on disbelief.