Kris and I ran into some trouble trying to find a practice space in Denton the day before we were going into the studio to record the new johnwayneisdead record. Luckily our new friend Bianca saved the day by letting us play in her drag bar that Sunday afternoon. It's an Easter miracle, and the birth of a new tradition!

I like to party, and there's nothing wrong with going hard every once in a while as long as you know your limitations. However, the two of those things aren't mutually exclusive, and no one is taking stock of themselves in the midst of a good time. In this week's story I put those things to the test, and was glad I had new and old friends around to help me out.

When your weed dealer always has top-notch product, and delivers to you without contact or conversation the last thing you want to do is rock the boat. Unintentionally paying said dealer in counterfeit money is sure fire way to not only rock that boat, but sink the shit out of it as well. Not the best circumstances under which to meet for the first time face to face, but it could be worse. Right?

I'm back fresh from another Bizarrocon with love in my heart, and stories in my head. This week's story happens to have taken place last year at the con where myself and my cohorts freaked out some squares. Plus, the tarot readings keep tying together, or at least in my head they are. Hail Satan!

I'm back from my fifth Bizarrocon, and oh the stories I could tell. The one I will tell happened to myself and some fellow Bizarros at last year's convention. Ghosts may roam the Edgefield property, but so do drunk weirdos and I'm talking about us. Before you decide you want to be 'one of us', you may want to read the fine print.

When you're under sixteen and need to earn some loot there aren't many avenues available to pursue. I found myself in this predicament at age fourteen when a pair of shoes became the object of my obsession. With my dad's help I landed a gig mowing our neighbor's lawn, but the result was absolute shit.

My good friend 'Lando' and I have gotten into some scrapes and scraps while attending concerts over the years, but somehow always managed to come out on top. This particular tale is debatable as far as who came out on top, or why . . . but the devil is in the details, so judge for yourself.

Halloween is the most wonderful time of the year! What better way to celebrate this spooky holiday than to blast off on a mind-bending journey of self-actualization? Of course, you'll need some help from the most magic of mushrooms. In this week's story my experience at a Halloween party alters the course of my life.

Strip clubs are great! I know they're not for everyone, but for me they contain an air of seediness that I enjoy. It feels like I'm somewhere I'm not supposed to be, or like I'm getting away with something. Not all of my visits have been all sunshine and rainbows though. In this story you'll hear about a strip club experience that should have but me off of them for good, but I'm glad that it did not.

It's always interesting to learn what inspired someone to pursue a passion, or choose their life's path. In my case, a fictitious character pretending to play the guitar made me want to become a real rock-n-roller! You know that new story you're looking for? Well listen to this!