Category Archives: J. Bradley

. “Are you Angelina Jolie, because you look like a bone collector?” said Mattie J.T. Stepanek. “Who are you supposed to be?” Lara Croft slowly drew out one of her holstered pistols, careful to not let sticky dart load misfire. … Continue reading →

After the condom, my heart broke to the Smashing Pumpkins, I vowed to never let another girl ruin good music. With girlfriend #2, I shoved The Cure like a sock in her mouth so my little brother wouldn’t hear our … Continue reading →