I was born in Tuam and spent part of my childhood between there, Manchester and Madrid. I then lived in Los Angeles and went to college in Las Vegas, but it wasn’t until I lived in the midwest that I discovered that traveling can be done more often than once every 8 years. I have traveled more since I got here than I ever did since I came to this country. This time, I found myself on the road back East headed for the stagnant, swampy asshole of satan known as Indianapolis, IN. The reason was for business, but in reality, we could have avoided the whole affair if not for one thing: friends.
The impression I had when I first saw the trailer for Hardcore Henry was that it was either going to be god-awfully stupid or explosively brilliant. Either way, it was a movie I was going to see. I wasn’t disappointed. Director Ilya Naishuller strapped a GoPro to a team of Stuntmen and Cameramen and broke […]
In the words of a fantastic author, activist, and all-around individual, John Green: “Hank, Sometimes when you go places, you think things.” While this isn’t an actual quote, I’d like to think it is something he would say.
This article is presented here as a part of Throwback Thursday, where we revisit some highlights from the archives of both Sabrael D. Carroll and M.E. Garey. This particular piece comes to you from June 2016.