The VH1 version of F. Scott Fitzgerald, belittling the rich as he gets richer and standing in our stead wherever people uncork beaujolais nouveau and are rich.
A 12-page bimonthly overseen by someone named Milky Puppy continues on its quest to mercilessly mock and belittle all things that normal people hold sacred.
Even the nether corners of the Internet registered the news of Carlos Castaneda’s death like a great Dane lapping up an errant Cheerio from the linoleum.
Posthumously published diaries document the period between August 1991 and February 1993, Bukowski’s voice leading a screaming charge from beyond the grave.