I can’t help but think about my grandfather when I hear the name Farmer Brown.  Though he’s been retired for a long time, he was a dairy farmer in the El Paso, TX area for decades.  Since his name is Bob Brown, he was of course, Farmer Brown. But anyways,

Have you ever had the desire to to roll around San Francisco in a big school bus drinking beer and ransacking local bars?  If so, June 11th is your lucky day.  My buddy Ken planned out the original pub crawl after blacking out from a night of attempting to hit

Pete’s is really one of my favourite kinds of restaurants.  One, because it old, worn and still run by a family.  Two, because they have delicious chickies.  I don’t mean girls in tight sweaters, but I’ve seen them there too. I don’t know why, but I lose all semblance of

The very first I was ever really drunk-drunk, I was sixteen and in Monte Carlo for one day. I had a margarita at a shitty tourist sidewalk cafe and thought it was the best thing I’d ever tasted. In reality it probably tasted terrible, but getting drunk for the first

You know what’s the best?  When you’re either so set on someone, you can’t stop thinking about them and how right it all feels, or when you’re not really stuck on anyone in particular to the degree that you’re not even thinking of anyone from your past. Either way, there’s

Anyone who’s anyone has a Gmail address nowadays, and why the F not — it’s FREE and enables a crazy distracting feature called Gchat. Sure, it’s not a new idea. After all, I still have my AIM screen name, SMP1155, from seventh grade. But because the chat windows pop up

Last week, when my grandmother lost sight in her left eye overnight and began to complain of headaches, my mother had the foresight to immediately call her up to our home in New York City to visit the proper doctors. Indeed, when things go medically haywire, it appears that it