For every 50 right-wing roaches who wreak havoc on my nerves, there is only one Eileen, who just three weeks ago sent me her latest care package.
Hunter S. Thompson
Contrary to rumors, the distribution manager never lived in the delivery van
"It was psychotropic. It was insane. Shit glowed. Literally glowed green. Would change anybody’s disposition."
Since the start of this verbal record, the Weekly Dig ascended from ziney origins to become a legit voice from the underground amongst the cluttered, otherwise risk-averse landscape of Boston print media. But success enhances ambitions, ambitions lead to stress, and stress makes everybody cranky. Cranky, and the opposite of sober.