I’ve watched M. Night Shyamalan’s 2015 The Visit three times, and I’m always left wiping tears from my eyes. It’s a masterpiece. It’s a problem for many viewers, I know—if you’re a slicing-up-eyeballs fan, it’s not enough (and nothing will ever be enough for you, you bunch of masochistic weirdos), and if you want more straight-ahead …
So, I beat up a man for—what? Being rude?—feeling I had every right to do so, and now I was in handcuffs and en route to the Hoosegow. The Big House. The Pen. The Cooler. The Belly of the Beast. Tuscaloosa County Jail. And, I must say, it was everything you look for in a …
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The pledge I had once made to God to not fight was at that moment feeling like a spiritual hair shirt chafing me raw; I just wanted to take it off. I was the frontman for Pain, after all—impulsive wackiness was supposed to be my stock-in-trade. For instance, at a show once in—was it Charlotte? …
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In 1999, the rock band known as Train was the entertainment world’s equivalent of a Greek god, a multi-platinum-selling sacred cash cow with videos and singles circling the heavens and bouncing back and forth from orbiting satellites to earthly receivers like billions of invisible rubber darts. They regularly headlined music festivals throughout the world. Festivals …
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