Here's one that should stir things up... In 1968 I would have delivered this rant while standing on a soap box on Telegraph Avenue. But now its 2008, so I do a podcast. Who's the one who's crazy?... In the piece I dig into my personal religious trinity (

My Dad told me to hit bullies "with all you've got," but my cousins "Heckle & Jeckle" would still beat me into submission during pillow fights. When "Heckle & Jeckle" moved to England, my family took a "road trip" to visit the Loch Ness Monster.... B

An angry and profanity laced rant that explores the edge of madness with the help of my suicidal heroes Hemingway and Kerouac... Music by Johnny Cash and Kris Kristofferson... Proudly presented raw, unedited and in one take... "Thanks for the download"..

A follow-up, but much lighter cast about getting my annual birthday tattoo from the wacky Craig Jackman, owner of the American Electric Tattoo Company. As he scraped my flesh with his "four needles of death" Craig talked about a recent encounter he had w

A whimsical remembrance of Halloweens past.... But mostly I talk about our earnest attempt at an "Organic Spooky House" inspired by the late great Hallowed Haunting Grounds. Image(s) shot by Marisol... The Twilight Zone Opening by The Immortal Rod Serlin

The true follow-up piece to "On The Road, The Sun Also Rises" is a tribute to the late, great Hunter S. Thompson. I also talk about the "Christmas Blues," madness and girls that like Johnny Depp vs. girls who like Brad Pitt... "Hallelujah" by Leonard Coh

The final show of "Season Three" rambles towards a combative future, as I finally take off the gloves about my new publishing venture Verge of LA. Inspired in large part by my recent two hour interview with UFC/MMA Fighter and Photographer Mac Danzig...

Season 4 opens with a four part story that takes place in and around Laurel Canyon, the former home to Harry Houdini, Jim Morrison and John Holmes... In the first piece I meet "Danger" face to face before I am initiated with "Blood"... "Under the Bridge"

When I was eight, my parents signed me up for East Valley Trojans "Pop Warner Football". We played in mini replica uniforms, like the one my hero O.J. Simpson used to wear at USC. The memories include Gatorade in glass bottles, the Universal Sheraton and

My Mom was an only child too. Growing up alone in Burbank her best friend was "Heckle & Jeckle's Mom," also my Dad's sister. When the "pre-boomers" grew-up, they were of course, competitive about their kids. My Mom was frustrated that I wasn't as "sm