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Was $50 really the going rate for the Wild Thing in 1988? And If Tone Loc only had $50, what could he get for his money in 2012?
The most embarrassing five minutes and forty-six seconds of my life.
I woke up singing REO Speedwagon’s ‘Take it on the Run’ this morning
In my closet I have a box of old journals and once in a while I like to grab one and thumb though it.
Since they say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, I recently admitted I was a flake.
Every time I hear Tone Loc’s ‘Wild Thing’ I get hung up on the part when a “fine young chick” tells Tone that she will need fifty dollars to make him holler, because she gets paid to do the wild thing. I’m not an authority on prostitution pricing, but this has always seemed low to
“Wayne Williams has escaped! Wayne Williams has escaped!” When I was a teenager, I gleefully yelled this out of a car while riding through downtown Atlanta. I was having such a great time yelling it that I wasn’t bothered at all that no one was reacting to my modern-day, white-trash version of Paul Revere. Maybe
This essay was originally written and performed for Write Club Atlanta, a monthly competitive writing event. With the possible exception of demolition experts, terrorists and rock stars sitting around in their hotel rooms, no one ever says, “I wish I were more destructive.” But why not? Why has “destruction” become such a dirty word? I understand that nobody
Since they say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, I recently admitted I was a flake. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, but I was sick and tired of faking being sick and tired just so I could get out of doing something. You know how an alcoholic never
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