Published on April 25th, 2019 | by Boris
IMAGES AND GILLS BY NICK EDARDS / HALF LIGHT PHOTOGRAPHIC I wish to make a few things clear right up front. Yes, by all means pile the knotted angst-panties over in that old field of... Read More →
Published on April 15th, 2019 | by Boris
Ramon, I am very concerned about Poo-eegah. He has not stopped screaming and crying and kicking for several hours now. I can hear him over the singing of Ricky Martin in my headphones. Gigi was bad... Read More →
Published on April 14th, 2019 | by Boris
Dear Poo-eegah, How long will you spend kicking the walls in the toilet? I have a championship to win, and while I can do that without you, if you break the toilet, then where will Marty... Read More →
Published on April 9th, 2019 | by Boris
GREAT IMAGES BY NICK EDARDS / HALF LIGHT PHOTOGRAPHIC CRAP IMAGES BY ME In which our hero demonstrates the insurmountable spirit extant in his soul, offers life-advice even where none is asked for, and shows a... Read More →
Published on April 9th, 2019 | by Boris
GREAT IMAGES BY NICK EDARDS / HALF LIGHT PHOTOGRAHIC CRAP IMAGES BY ME In which our hero demonstrates the efficacy of shit-magnetism, forced induction, old friendships, and how important the little things are – like seats... Read More →
Published on April 2nd, 2019 | by Boris
Dear Yelling Eskimo, You must be a little bit more calm, yes? Take the lesson from me and see how placido domingo and dignified I am when things do not go as expected. Of course, the... Read More →
Published on April 2nd, 2019 | by Boris
IMAGES BY NICK EDARDS / HALF LIGHT PHOTOGRAPHIC A ride on a new Honda Goldwing should not, by any objective expectation, become a savage, rain-lashed, corner-carving, fiend-fest. But mine did. It began prosaically enough, as these... Read More →
Published on March 31st, 2019 | by Boris
In which our hero recounts some of the many conversations he has had with well-meaning chieftains, champions, and low-panted busy-bodies he has encountered in his travels. He has made selfless efforts to shine the light of... Read More →
Published on March 31st, 2019 | by Boris
Dear George, Oh God, why did it have to be like this? I could have just left with Dani and had sex with miniature supermodels. Instead I stayed. And I can hear that over-eyebrowed Dall’Igna bastard... Read More →
Published on March 20th, 2019 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, I did not ever want to communicate with you again, and to say the truth, it is hard to even see you down there from up on my throne as the Respola Suprema. But... Read More →
