EPISODE IV: A NEW HOPE — It is 1988. The PRE-FRONTAL CORTEX of your brain and your friends’ brains will not be fully developed for another SIX YEARS. You sit with them after midnight in a REAL ESTATE OFFICE rolling six-sided dice and makey-believey you are members of the REBEL ALLIANCE. 1988! 1988 was the last … Read more
I started the novel that would become The H-Bomb of Highroad in 2005, in a late-night qwerty spree after coming home drinking, because I remember quite clearly being beliquored. Where I got beliquored and whom I got beliquored with, however, is lost to the dusty annals. Sorry, dusty annals. The earliest draft I have of … Read more
In 1998 I became the proud owner of a sky blue Fender Stratocaster manufactured in Ensenada, Mexico. And in 2000, I played it as we practiced in a house in Hesperia every week, sweating miserably as we worked to get a new band called “Igor Spectre” off the ground. Our first show was on Halloween … Read more