By popular dork demand

After all my bellyaching, here's my first attempt at a column. Not overly ambitious or exactly riveting reading, but I'm satisfied with it nonetheless. Feedback is always appreciated.

I'm off to the Flaming Lips concert, which will hopefully be the highlight of my week. Then it's over to Lovejoy's to meet up with the RZA for his birthday. In honor of Reid's birthday, I'm bringing back our beloved, sometimes-codemned, sometimes-swamp-like La Casita pool. You may remember her from such wild parties as: Forty Forties III: The Search for II, Forties Forties IV: For Matty, and That Party Thrown by Those Crazy Fucks Down the Hall in Which Mike Benavides Jumped into the Pool With All His Clothes On and My Cell Phone in His Pocket. God, that apartment was a shithole.