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Mellow Monday

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I hadn’t seen my friend Ashley, a nurse, in too long, so I called her last Monday to hang out. “Can we go in the afternoon?” she wanted to know. Apparently she had to be at Parkland Hospital in Dallas for her shift the ne...


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Drive-Thru Resolutions

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Even though we’re only a few days into the new year, I imagine more than a few people have already given up on their resolutions. I’m not cynical, but let’s be honest — even if you’re taking them day to day, many of y...



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Huts of Chuckles

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A couple of years ago, when The Moon was still around, I tried my hand at stand-up comedy. Three times, in fact. Spent my five minutes on riffs about young women who are way too into their cats and my being way too high to oper...


A mere slice of the tap wall at Rodeo Goat.

Kickin’: Rodeo Goat

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In my highly professional and totally expert opinion, no matter how fatty or juicy or upscale a hamburger is, it’s still only good for sopping up one or two drinks. Your constitution might be such that a burger or other equiv...



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Rummage Rock ’n’ Roll

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As this goes to print, I will have been sober for, like, I dunno, three whole days. No beer, no booze, no weed, not even so much as a sip from one of those adorable 8-ounce Coca-Colas that look hilarious and precious when clasp...


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Sunday EVENIN’ Comin’ Down

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Long ago, when I had a real job, one that required me to be behind a desk at 9 a.m., go to weekly meetings to hear about “shared learnings,” and listen to fussy clients berate my team’s leader over a speakerphone, I devel...



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Why We Go to Joe T.’s

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If you’ve lived here long enough, you know that when out of towners come to visit and when the weather’s nice, you stand a good chance of going to Joe T. Garcia’s. And it doesn’t even matter if you think the food is ove...


Wake up, it's happy hour!

The Blackhorse Rises, Shines

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According to legend, there was once an itinerant holy man, wandering the countryside performing incredible feats of magic. When he wasn’t controlling the weather, transmogrifying matter, or bringing the dead back to life, he ...



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Decisions

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Saturday night, after a disappointing bowl of pho from Phuong in Haltom City (this is what I get for cheating on Pho 95), I headed west on Belknap Street, bound for the third annual Lolaspalooza at Lola’s Saloon. To be fair, ...


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Ode to PBR

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“I just realized my life revolves around PBR.” That’s a Facebook update, referring to Pabst Blue Ribbon, not Professional Bull Riders, Inc., recently posted by my friend Matt. He bartends at The Boiled Owl with me and at ...