You know, every time I got to Newport Beach I really loathe it (although I do like that grimy hole-in-the-wall Cassidy’s). Especially on the peninsula near that Sharkeez and that District Lounge. Can you say douchebag-to-fakie, fo realz? That place just has no soul or variety. Like my girl Kristine says: “Everyone’s a clone of […]

Are you kidding me? Myspace now has a freaking magazine. What lamos will be writing for that ish? Maybe a bunch of white belt wearing, pomade headed pretty boys and some platinum female tools. I like it as a social network, to stay in touch with my friends, and network for journalistic purposes, but I […]