In Mala Fide

I was at the coffeehouse yesterday evening, sipping some straight black arabica, scribbling poems in my notebook, and watching a hipster couple converse across the way when a thought struck me. When I was in high school, I spent close to nothing on girls. The only thing I ever bought for the girl I lost [...]

I’ve written on the deficiencies of women’s dating advice before, but never have I ever come across something so flat-out retarded and deluded as this post at College Candy entitled “I Got Game. You Want Game?“: I’m gonna make a bold statement right now: I got some serious game. Are you married or in a long-term relationship? Then no, [...]

It’s Friday night and the streets are filled With rich little fucking college pussy faggots I’m gonna get a fucking gun And shoot them all right in the balls … So like when I’m on Lansdowne and I’m looking to score I say, “Hey baby, you wanna boogie?” And they say, “Why don’t you buy [...]