Spaghetti Wresting Time
It was Friday night at Rock For Love and the stage was set for vengeance. The pieces were all in place: the kiddie pool, my nemesis Kerry Crawford, and 30 gallons of spaghetti. The crowd grew through the … Continue reading →
It was Friday night at Rock For Love and the stage was set for vengeance. The pieces were all in place: the kiddie pool, my nemesis Kerry Crawford, and 30 gallons of spaghetti. The crowd grew through the … Continue reading →
As a psychiatric professional, it is my unpleasant duty to stay apprised of all that is inspiring, hope-enabling, and otherwise dysfunctional in this town. It is a task that has put me in contact with do-gooders of all stripes, … Continue reading →
Although I was maliciously tricked into supporting the upcoming Rock For Love do-good-o-rama by Marvin Stockwell, I haven’t given up hope of defeating the hope-mongers and defending my reputation as a serious man of medicine. To that end, I … Continue reading →
Welcome back to the Mind Over Memphis TherapyCast. In this fourth burst of audio-pathic therapy, my podcast is hijacked by the nefarious Marvin Stockwell of the Church Health Center in order to announce the Rock For Love music-festival fundraiser. … Continue reading →