Who really wanted a loop trolley? Years ago, I wasn’t driving down Delmar and heard outside my car window, “all we need in this town to stop violence, underpaid teachers, … Continue reading South City Confessions: The Loop Trolley was doomed from the start
Unfiltered rants about St. Louis city truths.
Every December, a heated debate breaks out across the world. Minds scramble, tempers flare, and the nearby bodies of water start to produce massive waves. What’s the debate? Should I … Continue reading South City Confessions: Can we all be a little less offended?
There are more pleasant ways to wake up from a nap than a Twitter firestorm. If you are still wondering, the answer is yes, I do sleep. After pulling an … Continue reading South City Confessions: Why Twitter induces so much negativity
“The Wickedly Awful Driver Overwatch Association”
Maybe it’s the fact that more than 30 people were gunned down in mass shootings last week. Maybe it’s the fact I drove a guy who had just put his … Continue reading South City Confessions: Appreciate what you have, every single day
My car and I are having a fight. Over the past few weeks, my once spanking new Hyundai Elantra has decided to go rogue on me, acquiring issue after issue, … Continue reading South City Confessions: Watching your car grow old is a bittersweet experience
Last week, I turned 37, and boy did I live it up. I’m talking brunch at Russell’s on Macklind followed by some cake and treats at my house. Bloody Mary’s … Continue reading South City Confessions: Why the partying life is not for me
There’s always a way out.
People who throw glass bottles on the streets are human trash cans and should be beaten to within an inch of their life by old school elderly women who are … Continue reading South City Confessions: Glass-littering people are the worst, but Kelsey Grammer sure is cool
Sometimes, I miss the good old days of childhood.
Know when to say “it’s okay to not play”
Confession: single people scare the shit out of me. I’m not lying. When I drive drunk single souls home every weekend, I hear it all. A woman dressed to kill … Continue reading South City Confessions: I want no part of the single life