“I rely on God…I rely on God…I rely on God.”

Coney Island would make a perfect home for the cock. The place is a snapshot of a ghost world slowly being dismantled and left on the trash heap of American culture.

Three-titted alien hookers not included.

You can take a moment to appreciate the fact that your room has two plasma screens as you rub two and a half hours of sleep from your eyes, put your other shoe back on and dash back to the tables.

By turns a direct link to a finely tuned spirituality and a transfer of theme park values to the most sacred of relations, it is…

Rural Kenya in winter is colder than one would expect, even when you are from Wisconsin.

Forgive a moment of heavy handedness, but aspects of the Brazilian patriotic fervor got me thinking about American flag waiving…

The actual beaches in Sao Paulo State are not spectacular. The sand and water are exactly the same color as in California

Coming from the states and holding a degree in economics, I was a bit curious as to how anyone could be a Communist in this day and age.