The bong show
One of the best things about using drugs is how it broadens your cultural horizons. As C-VILLE’s Drug Correspondent, I feel proud to have purchased drugs in many far-flung, sketchy places from all sorts of wretched individuals. How can I forget the sticky paranoia of Mexican beaches, the murderous nights in San Francisco’s Tenderloin? Kokie’s, […]
The night drags on
You look fabulous, bitches! But oh, what must be done to get there. A lot of male flesh squeeeeezed into one, two, maybe even three pairs of pantyhose creating a smooth, shiny, Barbie Doll-like lower half, while the top is padded into existence and cleavage painted on. Some serious face time with the mirror, cigarettes […]
Dr. Wine, Medicine Woman
Last year’s winner of the National Women’s Wine Competition sits across from me bouncing her 8-week-old daughter on her lap.
Blunt truth: marijuana dealers are people you already know
He isn’t nervous yet, because there isn’t any reason to be. Is there? Nothing in the car. Nothing in his pockets. Expired tags. Just popped into the office to grab something, his wallet with his ID left at home. A cop asks him to step out of the car, please, sir. Another officer says he smells […]
Wine's blood
There is a certain type of wine drinker who thinks of himself (it is often, but not always, a man) as being above drinking pink wine.
The art of war
Gordon Emery didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life until he was 20 years old and started practicing Kung Fu …
Searching for Harvey Wallbanger
A man cannot live on fermented grape juice alone. Sometimes he needs something a bit more serious.
Test vineyard
Row 3 of the Norton Block is a mess, a tangled mat of vines, each shoot sending out tiny tendrils that wrap around their neighbors, tying the whole canopy together like some kind of mutant, kudzu Chia-beast.