BY RANDOLPH PFAFF Read More
I stood in line for an hour at a furniture liquidation warehouse to meet a man in face paint, neon spandex, and feathered hair.
BY MATTHEW DUFFUS Read More
Tired of taking my vitamins
and saying my prayers,
I wanted to style and profile.
BY DANIEL ROMO Read More
It was a boy who became a dream who played hard
like the future was a guaranteed soft landing,
no matter how high the jump was from.
BY RYAN MURPHY Read More
It took me beating my dad at ping-pong to realize that Demolition were just a couple of middle-aged fat guys in S&M gear.
BY TODD KANEKO Read More
Our bodies are soft and pale as we clap our hands and stomp our feet. Your body is magnificent as you bludgeon a man in the corner, as you kick a man in the ribs, as you are thrown over the top rope, the first man eliminated from the match.