Craig Calcaterra

Trouble, oh trouble can’t you see, you’re eating my heart away and there’s nothing much left of me.

“Dulce et decorum est pro Applebee’s mori”

Everything is Broken

Like everyone else I am having trouble thinking about anything other than the coronavirus pandemic and the shockwaves it has sent, and will continue to send, through the system. As it began to unfold I found myself thinking, talking, and posting about it fairly constantly. In an effort to try to keep it confined to […]

Up in da club

When your blood gets all angried up you have to cleanse your system

Cities of the Future are hard to imagine at the moment

Brother can you spare a dime?

The Post Office. And cannibalistic rat armies.