By Dave Mondy
Phenice bends over and grabs the pool table.
Then she bends lower — so her posterior is the highest point on her body. And she shakes it, in that amazing way you see on rap videos.
She shoots a sly smile my way, as if to say:
This is for you.
And the problem is: I’m the [...]
by Dave Mondy
I don’t idolize pig parts and I don’t own a Kiss the Cook apron. I don’t search for secret spices. Which is to say, I’m no barbeque fanatic; I came to Memphis for the music, not messy meals.
But after giving a dollar to a homeless man, I asked, “Where’s a good [...]
by Dave Mondy
I am trying to go into a strip club but I can’t.
They line both sides of the street here, jammed up close like a chorus line, and each time I get within 5 ft. of a door, I have an episode. My stomach roils, my hands shake — I’m spilling beer all [...]
by Dave Mondy
The men of Miami Beach have fish hooks in their nipples. At least they walk that way. Connected by invisible wire to invisible para-sails far out front, they are pulled down the street chest-first. Bared, bronzed and ballsy, they are as over-pumped as their women are svelte. The women of Miami [...]
