We Interviewed LA Crust Punk Legend, That Dumpster Witch From Mulholland Drive

For decades now, the dumpster witch has been known for being spotted at iconic locations like Winkie’s Diner, recurring nightmares, and some of the best crust punk shows known to Los Angeles. We met up with them behind their favorite dumpster to discuss what it means to be a punk in LA.

The Hard Times: So why are you always at Winkie’s Diner?

Dumpster Witch: Winkie’s Diner has always been a staple of the punk community. They’re open late and let people loiter. Many great DIY venues are nearby. Plus it’s easy to find for all the people whose nightmares I inhabit to come make sure I’m not real. Spoiler alert, I totally am!

Where’s everyone now?

People come and go. The real ones stick around but sometimes you just get kids playing dress up then return to the suburbs once things get rough. It’s just like the movies. You’ll pretend to be someone else. I stick around often to scare off the phonies. You should see some of the suits I’ve freaked out.

Favorite venue nearby?

There’s one spot called Emerald City that’s been an institution for years. There was this great band of anarcho-crust folk punks called the Woodsmen who went anti-establishment after releasing this radio hit. Some repetitive chorus crap like “This is the water and this is the well”. They got much better after they stopped selling out.

How did you become a crust punk?

Moved here from Canada, fell in love, got messed up with the wrong people. In the end, this was the only life that made sense.

Is it true you were in Decline of Western Civilization Part 3?

(chuckles) That was a long time ago but yup that was me. I went by the name Stain back then. Looked much different then. Penelope Spheeris still comes by now and then. I loved her adaptation of The Little Rascals.

Has LA changed much over the years?

In some ways, yes. The music scene outside of a few spots is awful. There’s one venue called Club Silencio where the bands don’t even play live! It’s all a tape recording, an illusion. What a joke. Still, Los Angeles is the brutalist place in America. Every day people come here and every day people see their dreams die. That kind of energy creates some of the most punk music possible.

What do you do for money?

Play banjo on the corner, sell drugs, occasionally go outside Mann’s Chinese Theater dressed as Jack Sparrow for tourist money.

What drugs do you sell?

I take a blue box of trauma, dreams, and a few other ingredients then mix that box with tiny old people in a paper bag. Get one whiff of that and you’ll be spinning. I’ve sold to this one guy Frank who loves it so much he’s got a gas mask rig for it.

Second Guitarist Only Kept in Band Because He Knows How to Repair Tour Van

BRAINTREE, Mass. — A leak revealed that local punk band We Wear the Mask only keeps their second guitarist, Davey Thompson, in the lineup because he is the only one who knows how to fix the band’s perpetually ailing 1998 Ford Econoline tour van, anonymous sources report.

“We’ve tried to let him go so many times. We’re a punk band for god’s sake, we don’t need a second guitarist,” lead guitarist Rick O’Neill confessed to a friend while waiting for Thompson to rebuild the van’s carburetor. “But every time we’re about to cut him loose, the van breaks down. Last time it was the alternator, and the time before that, the brakes. We were this close to firing him last month, but then something happened to the transmission, and there he was, saving the day again.”

Thompson is fully aware of his precarious position and the fine line he walks between being an essential member of the band and having to go back to work at his dad’s garage.

“Look, I know I’m not exactly shredding on stage, and I’m more comfortable with a socket wrench than a guitar pick,” Thompson admitted from underneath the van. “But if I can keep this van running, then I’m still in the band. It beats getting a day job, and as long as the guys need me to change the fan belt, I’m safe. And, sure, maybe I’ve ‘accidentally’ loosened a spark plug or battery terminal a few times just to make sure I stay indispensable. Sue me.”

Music industry experts aren’t entirely surprised by Thompson’s story.

“It’s a common misconception that everyone in a band is there purely for their musical talent,” explained Dr. Melody Stratton, a professor of musicology at Cleveland State University. “Sometimes it’s because they can carry the heaviest amp, have wealthy parents who bankroll the tour, or, in this case, know how to change a tire on the side of the highway. In the end, it’s all about what you bring to the table—be it talent, money, or working knowledge of a vehicle’s fuse box.”

As of press time, Thompson’s security within the band may be short-lived after it was reported that bassist Emma Green was spotted watching a YouTube video on how to change a vehicle’s oil.

Ian MacKaye Admits “Straight Edge” Was Originally Meant to Be About Delayed Sexual Satisfaction

WASHINGTON — Legendary frontman Ian MacKaye stunned longtime fans by revealing the song “Straight Edge” was not meant to be an anti-drug anthem, but a song celebrating delayed sexual gratification, confirmed sources questioning everything they once believed.

“I thought the lyrics were pretty obvious when I wrote them. Yes, I reference a bunch of drugs I don’t want to consume, but that’s only because I was waiting to bust. As soon as my partner and I finished, we would always get fucking tanked,” said MacKaye while sweeping the front porch of the Dischord house. “I’ve been trying for decades to tell people the song ‘Straight Edge’ was never meant to start a ‘movement.’ I’ve never intentionally hidden the true meaning, every time someone asked me about it I’d say something like ‘naw, that song is about cumming buckets,’ and they would just laugh like it was a joke. I’ve never told a joke in my life, and I don’t plan on starting now.”

This new information blindsided long-time Minor Threat fan Jerry Constantino.

“My whole life is a lie. I’ve got multiple straight edge tattoos and I feel like a fucking moron. We should have known, why did we just adopt the whole XXX thing without questioning it? I look like a walking billboard for smut,” said Constantino. “I used to scream the lyrics to ‘Straight Edge’ at full blast alone and crying in my car every time one of my Edge friends started drinking. But turns out I was just singing about a dude’s boner. My entire personality is based on a guy’s dick. I’m going to move to the woods, I can’t take being around people anymore.”

Punk historian Clara Heintgart says “Straight Edge” isn’t the only anthem that has been misinterpreted.

“Even Minor Threat’s ‘Out of Step’ is another song about sex. It’s about lacking sexual chemistry with your partner and talks about all the things you can’t do together. Ian was a real cooze hound back in the day,” said Hentgart. “If you look at ‘True ‘Til Death’ by Chain of Strength you will see even more straightforward lyrics that are often taken the wrong way. The song was written about culinary school and having substandard equipment, it has nothing to do with drug use. Sometimes I think straight edge people really try to find meaning in things that really aren’t there.”

At press time, MacKaye also revealed he wrote the lyrics to Fugazi’s “Waiting Room” while waiting to be seen at a free clinic to treat a variety of STDs he contracted in the ’80s.

Photo by David Shankbone.

WTF Man?! We Asked Stephen King To Share His Favorite Trick or Treating Memory and He’s Already Said “Cunnie Juice” Like Four Times!

We all know Stephen King as the master of the macabre, so we thought it would be fun to subvert expectations and use our interview with him to get a nice clean wholesome Halloween story. We figured a guy who grew up in small-town Maine and invented the word “pie-hole” must have some cutesy-spooky memories of trick-or-treating in the ’50s. King seemed delighted at our request, and we assumed he was eager to show a lighter side of himself. We were wrong.

He’s been talking for the better part of an hour and the shit this man has said will haunt our nightmares for the rest of our lives. He spent 20 minutes describing diarrhea so graphically that I have it now. I don’t even know how we got there! It’s time to get this interview back on track.

The Hard Times: Look, can we just like, reset here? I don’t want to offend you, we all respect you a lot, but I’m not sure you understood the assignment guy. 

Stephen King: I thought you wanted a trick-or-treat story?

Yes, but like, a wholesome one, from your real life as a boy in Maine. So far you have said “Cunnie Juice,” “methamphetamine,” a bunch of really dated words for black people, and the sentence “He could feel a trickle of warm blood dripping down his sex” several times. 

All that really happened though! 

Really? Jesus. Okay well, was there maybe a less macabre Halloween from your childhood? 

Oh! I get it. You wanna lean into the cutesy-cornball side of Stephen King. I’m on board! 

Awesome! Okay so happy Halloween memory, how old are you? What did you go as? 

Well, when I was 10 years old I went trick-or-treating as the spitting image of Michael Landon from “I Was a Teenage Werewolf.” Really went all out, great mask, makeup, the Letterman jacket and everything. 

Oh that’s so cool! 

Yeah, but the most elaborate parts of the costume were the parts people couldn’t see. I really wanted to capture the angst of a boy who turned into a wolf, so I applied fur to my genitals as well using spirit gum. I’ll tell ya you would howl too if you were chaffing like that every full moon! 

O…kay. 

Of course, the real horror came at the end of the night when I pulled the stuff off. Talk about pain. I could feel a trickle of warm blood dripping down my…

Stephen. 

Whoops. Sorry, note taken. To write is human, to edit is divine I always say. 

So what were the highlights of the actual trick-or-treating? Did you get a lot of good candy? 

Oh heck yes, me and my buddy Dennis, he wore one of those dimestore vampire costumes, it was a hand-me-down from his big brother Teddy because his abusive father had recently suffered an agonizing leg injury at the mill and taken to drink, which didn’t leave much money for amenities like Halloween costumes or hot meals every night, we were just delighted as our pillowcases got heavy with mars bars, milky ways, starbursts, you name it! 

Okay, part of that was sweet. 

We could barely carry the dang things by the time we got to the old Cooper place. Crazy Cooper we all called him. Rumor had it he was discharged during the war for making necklaces out of severed German ears, some of them from civilians. He was about the cruelest most cantankerous sonofabitch you ever could meet. We weren’t expecting candy, of course, we just wanted to be able to say we had the balls to ring his bell at school the next day. 

Okay this is getting kinda dark. 

No no no, this one’s a knee-slapper I promise, stay with me. Cooper had this wife Betty, enormous woman! Boulder Betty we all called her. Boy oh boy I can’t emphasize enough how truly fat this woman was. 

Do we really need to focus on that? 

Not really. Anyway Betty was big and fat like a monster. Betty the blob we called her. Rumor had it her stepdad Pete was handsy and it screwed her up bad. Sometimes she would just scream at the top of her lungs in the middle of the supermarket and then just keep shopping like nothing happened. Crazy thing was old man Cooper was the spitting image of her stepdad. They started seeing each other a few months after Pete was gunned down outside a nudie bar in Buffalo. 

Okay so yeah you rang the bell, then what happened? 

Childhood is a funny thing. You have no way of knowing just how fragile and fleeting it is until a big chunk of it is gone. When we rang that bell we expected to hear “Go away!” and maybe the crash of a beer bottle thrown against a wall. We didn’t expect the door to immediately open the way it had, and we certainly didn’t expect what we saw inside to permanently erase an innocence we didn’t even know we had. 

This isn’t really… well, Jesus, what did you see? 

“An angel’s smile is what you sell
You promised me heaven, then put me through hell
Chains of love got a hold on me
When passion’s a prison, you can’t break free” 
– Jon Bon Jovi 

THREE WEEKS EARLIER

Betty Cooper heaved her enormous carriage through the narrow doorway into the kitchen, the chirping of morning birds flaring her migraine like fireworks going off behind her eyes. For a moment she thought she would collapse from agony…

Woah woah woah, you’re flashing back? 

Yeah just for like 40 pages or so. 

How are you even aware of Betty’s point of view? 

Oh, I spied on people. Anyway… 

No stop, look, this seems like it’s not going in the direction we’re looking for. We just want one SHORT, cutesy little story about you doing normal Halloween stuff as a child, don’t you have any sweet little wholesome Halloween memories? 

Okay. The next year I was Frankenstein and  Dennis, our friends Stewey, Suzy, and a black kid named Marshel all went as different Universal Monsters. We got a ton of candy, then we camped out on Stewey’s family farm, sat around a fire and tried to spook each other with ghost stories. 

Okay! Perfect! That’s all we need, Mr. King thank you so much for your time! 

And then we had a gangbang. 

Oh, come on! 

Cunnie juice. 

Punk Sommelier Can Tell Exact Month Milk in Fridge Went Sour

LOS ANGELES — An astounding display of skill and expertise was observed today as local punk sommelier Evan Weaver correctly guessed the month the milk in his fridge went sour, confirmed amazed sources.

“It really just boils down to experience,” remarked Evan, as he wiped yellow, sludgy milk from his unkempt mustache. “Once you’ve tasted sour milk as many times as I have, you start to pick up on the subtleties between the different stages of spoiling. For example, this particular glass had a strong note of lactic acid on the top, and a distinct, lumpy mouth feel. I took one swig and immediately I knew, March 2023. That was a fantastic month for milk, there was a heat wave in L.A. and our fridge went out for a few days, which gave the milk a certain ‘je ne sais quoi.’”

Weaver’s roommate Leanna Holder believes his unique abilities will never cease to defy her expectations.

“The guy’s just an absolute wizard,” said Holder, as she ate only the bruised parts of a banana. “He can get one whiff of my chair and he knows exactly how long I’ve neglected to wash my underwear. Incredible stuff. I’ve been trying to get him to share some of his endless knowledge with me lately. He’s been showing me the best ways to spoil milk to get that perfect, crispy top. He also gave me this interesting factoid: Apparently, it’s only considered spoiled milk if it comes from the dumpster behind the Food 4 Less. Everything else is technically sparkling yogurt.”

The spoiled-food connoisseur’s boyfriend Brian Franco unfortunately does not share the same enthusiasm for Weaver’s talents.

“Frankly, I find it disgusting,” sighed Franco, with a clothespin clamped over his nostrils. “Why couldn’t I have just found a guy with a normal hobby? He thinks I don’t notice when he comes stumbling home in the wee hours of the morning, absolutely reeking of old dairy. He comes up with all kinds of excuses, but I can tell he’s been out all night ‘sampling.’ It’s definitely started to put a strain on the relationship. He claims his heightened senses can tell him exactly which of my exes I’m fantasizing about while we’re having sex, but that’s because I’m always blurting out their names. I don’t really think he should be allowed to take credit for that.”

At press time, Weaver was spotted in the kitchen having trouble distinguishing between the salt and sugar.

Every Danzig-Era Misfits Song Ranked By How Much Better They Are Than the National Anthem

“The Star Spangled Banner” is as timeless as the United States of America itself. But if it’s so revered, why does it contain exactly zero references to extraterrestrial zombies, freshly mangled spinal columns, throat-tearing werewolves, ghouls just having fun, or not being a goddamn son of a bitch? Seriously, nothing about feasting on the blood of your fellow Americans or anything. Luckily, we know one 5’3” United States citizen from New Jersey who took macabre imagery and set it to music, and his name is Glenn Danzig. The same just doesn’t ring true about poet Francis Scott Key, who wrote the lyrics to “The Star Spangled Banner.” That said, we’re here to rank every Danzig-era Misfits song by how superior they are to the world’s only National Anthem. (Listen to the playlist, click here)

55. Rat Fink

The lyrics in “Rat Fink” primarily consist of Glenn spelling the words “rat” and “fink” in between yelling the word “yeah” a whole bunch. Still somehow resonates more than “O’er the ramparts we watched.”

54. In the Doorway

At times, Danzig can be quite on the nose with his lyricism. However, “In the Doorway” could be about anything, like being a vampire asking to come in, animals fucking in the foyer, or a love letter to American-made doors. Either way, still more captivating than you know what.

53. Braineaters

America just doesn’t have enough national theme songs from the perspective of a ravenous pack of zombies who are just looking to fulfill their mouth-watering, brain-eating cravings. Also, would it have killed Francis Scott Key to add some “oi” moments in the anthem?

52. American Nightmare

If Elvis wrote a Misfits song it would hands down be this one. When you think of America, you think of apple pie, losing a few fingers from a fireworks accident, and becoming the most popular musician in the country before dying at the age of 42 on a bathroom floor, not the historical relevance of the War of 1812.

51. Spook City USA

This sinister Beach Boys track contains USA in the title. That’s really all you need to be more effective than the National Anthem. “The Star Spangled Banner” doesn’t even make any reference to the United States. If anything, Francis Scott Key could’ve been shopping it around to the likes of Denmark and Germany before we picked it up.

50. Come Back

Quite possibly the longest Danzig-era song at five whole minutes long, this track is like a supernatural Doors song about a dead guy who’s pleading with a raven to come back to eat his face. Lyrically speaking, “Come Back” has a more clear message than whatever the hell the National Anthem is about.

49. Hellhound

One of the many things wrong with the National Anthem is a lack of verses about pets, not to mention ones that will rip your face clear off your face. Sure, Francis Scott Key could not have predicted the amount of French Bulldogs roaming the streets today, which is why we need to shut down the anthem until we can anoint a new one. “Hellhound” could be a perfect candidate for replacement.

48. Theme For a Jackal

“Theme For a Jackal” is allegedly about Ted Kennedy and the Chappaquiddick incident, where he accidentally ran his car off a bridge and passenger Mary Jo Kopechne died as a result. In a world full of songs about American exceptionalism, write one about high-profile politicians who flee the scene of a murder and only get two months behind bars. That’s patriotism.

47. Cough/Cool

“Cough/Cool” was the first single released by the band before going on to release many other ghoulish classics. Francis Scott Key on the other hand was more of a one-hit wonder, never again to write a national anthem as popular as America’s. He’s basically equivalent to the Spin Doctors, though some might argue that “Two Princes” is a more pleasant listening experience.

46. Hollywood Babylon

“Hollywood Babylon” was initially released as the B-side to 1978’s “Bullet.” None of the B-sides to “The Star Spangled Banner” even compare. Like, “My Country Tis’ of Thee” or “You’re a Grand Old Flag” are not even certifiable bangers compared to any of the Misfits’ back catalog.

45. Queen Wasp

Let’s face it, you can’t mosh to “The Star Spangled Banner.” Believe me, I once tried to before the start of a Mets game. However, you can easily slam dance to “Queen Wasp” in your studio apartment by yourself and it wouldn’t be weird whatsoever. They didn’t consider this crucial factor when composing the America song.

44. Spinal Remains

This song appears to be about having sex so hard that nothing remains except for your spinal column. Evidently, Glenn was horny as hell. The levels of horn in the National Anthem are simply non-existent.

43. All Hell Breaks Loose

When shit hits the fan, are you turning to a stirring rendition of the National Anthem sung by a classically trained singer to reflect your mood or a Misfits song that actually means something in this country?

42. Mephisto Waltz

Lyrically, a good 75% of this song is just the word “whoa.” On the other hand, “The Star Spangled Banner” doesn’t contain a single “whoa” or even a background “yeah.” Sounds like one of these songs is on the right side of history and it’s clearly not the one that was composed by a guy whose legacy includes being a “villain to the anti-slavery movement.”

41. Nike-A-Go-Go

Another track where a good 60% of the song is just the words “go” and “oh,” proving that it only takes a couple of key words and phrases to be superior to the anthem.

40. Wolfs Blood

Forget about the music, just look at a picture of a shirtless Doyle Wolfgang von Frankenstein side-by-side with an image of Francis Scott Key. Pretty clear who wins this battle.

39. Halloween II

“Halloween II” is the sequel track to the beloved “Halloween.” Let’s be real, America is all about part twos, prequels, and origin stories. The only thing close to a sequel to “The Star Spangled Banner” is the Pledge of Allegiance, which no band has ever attempted to cover.

38. Bloodfeast

Sure, lyrics like “and the rockets’ red glare” check all the national pride boxes. It just doesn’t have the same dignified grace as a song about devouring the blood and guts of your next door neighbor.

37. Return of the Fly

The Misfit’s “Return of the Fly” is about the 1959 movie of the same title, which is the sequel to the movie “The Fly.” Here we see Glenn pretty much just name characters from the film and call it a day. Sure, not the most moving lyrics in the discography. Then again, neither is “O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light.”

36. Devil’s Whorehouse

Sure, the National Anthem could never contain the words “devil” or “whore,” but Glenn wasn’t confined by the imaginary laws of nationalism. He was mainly hampered by the bounds of the horror genre that he set himself.

35. Who Killed Marilyn?

This track is about Danzig questioning the death of Marilyn Monroe, whose last film was called “The Misfits.” In the song, Glenn heavily suggests that she was murdered and the cops framed it as a suicide. The National Anthem just never quite gets this gossipy as it probably should.

34. Hate Breeders

“The Star Spangled Banner” is essentially a poem written by a racist shithead that was set to the tune of a British song. Kind of like all Morrissey songs. There are simply no redeeming qualities about it.

33. Demonomania

This track is only 45 seconds long whereas the National Anthem feels like a good eight and half minutes. The Misfits clearly respect our time. We got things to do in America, like work three jobs to live slightly above the poverty line.

32. Ghouls Night Out

Let’s be real, even a song built on a clever pun is more enjoyable than an anthem where the rhyming schemes are chaotic and pedestrian at best.

31. Angelfuck

This track doesn’t appear to be horror-based. If anything, Glenn seems to be singing about a sex worker. Regardless, there’s nothing intercourse-related in the National Anthem. America is constantly sexually aroused and really into feet pics. Our theme song should reflect its citizens’ proclivities.

30. Violent World

You would think a country where the “right to bear arms” is listed second in its official list of priorities would have a theme song that would be more homicidal. But here we are, living in a world where people take their hats off during a live performance of it instead of beating the ever-living shit out of each other, like the Founding Fathers would have wanted.

29. Death Comes Ripping

This track has a badass title. When someone says, “I’m going to put on a song called ‘Death Comes Ripping,’” the only acceptable response is “hell yes.” Even the music upholds the title’s honor so eloquently. However, the “Star Spangled Banner” gives me no indication for what I’m about to embark on. If anything, it sounds like the name of an Independence Day sale at Mattress Firm or OfficeMax.

28. Vampira

“Vampira” appears on the cancelled album titled “12 Hits From Hell.” By “cancel” we don’t mean the imaginary thing that Republicans complain about. We mean its initial definition of Glenn Danzig ending cool endeavors that all fans would have delighted in.

27. Horror Hotel

Like many Misfits songs, “Horror Hotel” has a lot of energy and pep, unlike the National Anthem where most people haven’t gotten through a single rendition without the use of a Five-Hour Energy.

26. Some Kinda Hate

Francis Scott Key failed to include words as prolific as “the maggots in the eye of love won’t copulate” in “The Star Spangled Banner.” Yet Francis was somehow considered a poet in his day and Glenn is not.

Local Jam Session Goes So Poorly Nobody Suggests Starting a Band

CHICAGO — A local jam session reportedly went so awry that for the first time in millennia, none of the participants suggested they should start a band, astounded witnesses say.

“Usually, musicians are jumping at any opportunity to start a shitty band,” remarked Bobbi Irwin, who butchered his role as drummer during the doomed jam. “But I’ve never been so out of sync with a group of people in my life. After that horrible display, we all agreed to die with the secret of what transpired in that sweaty garage, ‘I Know What You Did Last Summer’ style. Nobody made a single stank face of approval the entire time! Do you know how impressively bad that is? The best we got was an ‘eh, maybe?’ but that was immediately followed by a ‘no, absolutely not, never mind.’ Even the bassist understood the weight of the situation. The bassist!”

Local passersby who heard the cacophony coming from the garage felt the need to weigh in on the tragedy as well.

“Those guys had the same chemistry as a rock-climbing group chat with your ex-landlord,” said Nina Nixon, a pedestrian out walking her dog around the site of the incident. “Any time anyone had a modestly interesting idea to contribute, it was immediately met with confusion and miscommunication. There was a flutter of excitement at one point, the guitarist started playing this little riff, and the drummer lit up and started laying a beat on top of it. But that was until the guitarist revealed he was just playing ‘Smoke on the Water,’ and you could just feel the hope die right then and there.”

A researcher of musicology at the University of Chicago, Dr. Heath Hunt, remarked that this jam session was particularly interesting to academics because of how incredibly pathetic it was.

“I’ve never heard anything come even close to sucking this bad in my entire academic career,” said Dr. Hunt, rewinding the taped recordings of the jam and scribbling down notes. “After only 14 minutes, the participants had already put down their instruments, booted up ‘Mario Kart,’ and ordered a pizza. This is a statistical anomaly that will be studied for a long time. I’ve seen my fair share of shitty musicians that have somehow convinced themselves that they sound good enough to form a band, but miraculously, everyone involved in this jam session understood that it was best they never see each other ever again, for the greater good of the scene. Captivating!”

At press time, the musicians had all locked themselves away to avoid causing any more harm or even accidentally starting a band with each other.

Oh Fuck: This Person I’m Friendly With Asked “When?” After I Suggested That We Should Hang Out Sometime

Every so often, you meet some horrible person who doesn’t fully understand what a social contract is. We all know someone that when you ask: “How are you doing?” you end up stuck in some long-winded sob story about their dying parent. Like, hello? Just say “fine” and move on!

Well, I really stepped in it this time.

I put up a post on Facebook about looking for a new dentist. Then this guy named Adam sends me a message and recommends his dentist.

Adam’s a guy I bump into occasionally at our mutual friend’s parties and once, we had a long conversation where he argued that Collective Soul’s “Hints, Allegations, And Things Left Unsaid” is an underrated album of the 90s.

Anyway, I message to thank him about the dentist recommendation and ask him what he’s been up to. He answers back with a “not much, you?” Great. We’re moving swimmingly into concluding a very non-committal conversation. I say: “Not much either. I gotta run, but we should hang sometime.”

Then this guy – this motherfucker – comes at me with: “When?”

What?! What is this? Who fucking does this? Is this guy French Stewart from 3rd Rock From The Sun or something? Some alien trying to figure out how people work?

Now I know how the victims in the Saw movies feel. At least those poor bastards had an out!

I consider killing Adam. Or myself. Murder-suicide?

Then he writes: “How about Saturday?”

Oh, fuck you, Adam. Fuck you, you complete turd of a human. It’s like my head’s in a vice and this sonofabitch adds another rotation.

No word of a lie, my ears are fucking ringing right now. Like a mortar shell just exploded beside me.

My hands are shaking wildly now as they land on the keyboard and start typing: “SsoUndds goo0d,” is what comes out.

He comes back at me with: “There’s a bar where you can spin your own vinyl! And guess who just bought a copy of Collective Soul’s first album??!”

I give him a thumbs up and burst into tears.

“Just Think About Baseball” Trick Not Working For Weakerthans Fan

WINNIPEG, Manitoba — Local Weakerthans fan Graham Neal is reportedly unable to extend his performance in the bedroom by using the classic “just think about baseball” trick, confirmed anonymous totally non-girlfriend sources.

“I know for a fact I’m not the only guy in the world who is a quick finisher, there are entire messageboards dedicated to tips to help a person last longer. The problem is one of the most popular methods is a bust for me,” said Neal. “For example, one night I was watching ‘Moneyball’ with a group of college friends and I realized baseball is something that actually gets my motor running more than you might expect. As soon as they started talking about recreating players in the aggregate, I had to stand up and slowly leave the room. The only other time I’ve been nearly that excited was attending a John K. Samson poetry reading.”

Isabela Vega, Neal’s longtime girlfriend, was able to confirm this report.

“Oh yeah, the baseball thing is certainly not going to slow him down. If I’m being honest, though, this really comes up more for me than him. If anything, Graham can be a little overly sensitive in the heat of the moment, always asking how I’m doing, making sure I’m having a good time,” said Vega. “It’s sweet, but sometimes I just want to hit it and quit it so I can get back to watching some Housewives. So if I’m in the mood for a quickie, I just whisper a fantasy baseball stat in his ear and it’s a wrap! The National League WHIP leader always gets it done.”

Relationship counselor and local professor Elliot Cassidy who, coincidentally, was a longtime touring member of The Weakerthans has seen instances like these countless times.

“I’ve certainly encountered this with a few clients. If they ever give me that look like they kind of recognize me, I know this one is going to come up,” said Cassidy. “I’ve got my own trick, though. If I see that little glimmer of fandom and the ‘lasting longer’ topic comes up, I give them a new trick: imagine a radio hit with prosaic lyrics. Nothing turns off a Weakerthans fan like boring literal songwriting. A lack of metaphor is basically picturing your grandma naked to them.”

At press time, Vega realized fantasy baseball wasn’t working fast enough this time, so she brought out the big guns, which meant a curling reference.

Walgreens Announces Mass Store Closings After Locking Buildings Behind Glass Cases

DEERFIELD, Ill. – Walgreens announced today that it would be closing 1,200 retail stores after unsuccessfully implementing a policy of locking entire facades of their stores behind plastic cases, company executives have confirmed.

“Walgreens prides itself on being the go-to pharmacy for communities across the country. Unfortunately, we compromised on that mission when we started locking up the shampoo and just kinda snowballed into encasing entire storefronts with 4 inch bulletproof glass that can only be unlocked by an employee that is nowhere to be found. It was only meant to deter shoplifters but unfortunately it has deterred literally everyone,” said executive Charles Pakowski. “It was only meant as a means of inventory control, but instead half of the stores are running out of oxygen and it’s made deliveries next to impossible, so at this rate it’s more economically viable to sunset our brick and mortar and plastic operations.”

Customers felt betrayed by the company’s decision to shutter stores rather than relax their display configuration.

“This is ridiculous! They make us wait in an hour-long line for someone to let us in one at a time and then inside every square inch of the store is locked up, even the pharmacists. All I wanted was some damn aspirin and maybe an iced tea and it turned into a four-hour ordeal,” said Patricia Collins. “The last straw is that they even lock up the self-checkout machines like they’re afraid people are going to make off with the receipt paper. This is why I shop at Walmart now, they don’t give a shit whether anyone pays or not.”

Bankruptcy lawyers involved with Walgreens’ decision indicated that these decisions are the new normal.

“Retail companies have been caught in a tough spot with economically strained customers stealing basic necessities. Protecting their inventory with security casing seemed like a solution in the short term, but it’s led to immense resentment in that the stores do not trust the customers and it’s fucking impossible to find someone to open a case for pair of nail clippers,” said attorney Mitch Wallace. “Earlier today I helped True Value Hardware file for Chapter 11 because people were turned off by the private military company they hired to protect the socket wrenches. It’s only going to get worse.”

As of press time, Walgreens announced an additional 200 stores would be closing after fed-up customers began boosting the stores completely out of their foundations.