We do not know each other, and we’ve never spoken a word to each other, but he often looks sideways at me, too. It seems clear, to me at least, that we’re well aware of our respective affiliations.
This Bastard’s Life #1: On Dread
I’ve been feeling real low for the past few weeks. I always do this time of year. Maybe it’s because this is the time that the long, dark winters start to get […]
Eugene Rising, Part II
Part II: The Workers, The Racists, and The Vagrants