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There goes the neighborhood
A new neighbor has moved into our quiet corner of Van Nuys Boulevard. Welcome HAZHEART, the drunk and noisy roommate you never wanted. Nestled between the local post office and a travel agency is our newest friend. Fueled by Four Loko and drunken emo sweat is the hottest little half-clothing store half-venue the boulevard has ever graced its eyes upon. Their ever-welcoming sign outfront reads Come The Fuck In. Welcoming indeed. Did the podunk town ask for this? Probably not


When the big wheels cease to turn
This particular Monster Truck Tour promised quad wars, incinerated cars, moto cross and miles of smiles. What was received was miles of half-assery. What’s more anxiety riddling than 12,000 pounds of monster truck spinning its wheels in clay dirt with a growl loud enough to wake the dead? A stadium crowd demanding their money back. Wrencher checking up on the nuts and bolts. Driving up a pitch black two-lane canyon with no civilization 20 miles in either direction is enough


Loni Willison’s Past Is Dead
In her earlier years, Loni Willison represented fantasy—wine, women and wonder.
Now, the ex-sex siren represents one of over 18,000 homeless women in Los Angeles.
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