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RENO J. ROMERO is our man in Vegas (even though it’s ironic that our man in Vegas would be named Reno), which means he’s money. He’s also our resident football writer and pigskin prophet. Reno is a Man of Action. Join him as he…
…remembers coked-out ants, a drunk handyman, and a landlord who drove around a 1972 Ford Squire.
…looks back at the day that he lost his virginity (cue Billy Squire).
…strolls down Starrcar Lane and looks back at his neighbors from Las Vegas to the kudzu of North Carolina.
…discusses heavy metal, divorce, going crazy, and going monk.
…tells a story about addiction, love, and rehab.
…writes a letter to Greyhound addressing their swearing and pornography policy.
…goes to Hollywood and finds himself in the company of crazy people with literature and booze on their minds.
…flies up to Sacramento only to get his ass kicked in a game of basketball against a beautiful woman.
Ah, Dimples.
Lovely.
Thank you, Z. Come to the States and we’ll walk the streets of LA once again. Wait! and seek out a Mexican restaurant with a CHICKEN dish por favor.
Always,
Reno Romero
Reno is a doll!
Just look at that picture!
Plus, he’s money.
Ain’t that right, Moose?
NOL:
Why, hello. Yes, I can be money. Not at this very moment but soon. I’ll let you know when Moose runs into a pile of cheddar. I had my ear to the ground earlier today and the dirt said that something was in the works, something was gonna put a smile on my mug. Let’s keep our fingers crossed. Okay, so here’s to pretty fish and butterflies and crazy trains.
Bullfrogs,
Moose
Irene! A doll? How about a voodoo doll? Wild that pic was taken when I was doing time in the Bible Belt. brutal days full of grits, snake-handling, and sweet tea (which is very addicting so beware…). Thank, again and have a great weekend.
Love,
Tiny Reno
I’m quite sure I could pick out one of Reno’s paragraphs in a blind test every time. What a great, distinctive voice you have Reno! I’ve said it before, but you know you’re weaving some kind of voodoo magic when you can get me to read about football.
It doesn’t look like the NFL are going to play next year.
My first reaction was ‘fuck, there won’t be a super bowl. there won’t be any of reno’s now legendary intermittent season re-caps.’
Fortunately everything the dude writes about is awesome.
But still… no NFL re-caps…
James:
Say, what’s up Mr. Irwin! Great to hear from you. Well, bro, I don’t know what’s going to happen next year. Like you and millions of others I’m bummed. But there’s still chance to salvage a season. I believe we’ll see something. What we see is the question. I still have hope. Thanks for the compliment, my man. Take it easy.
Okay,
Reno Romero
I’m kind of a casual fan… I only really watch whatever games I can and follow the scores… my brother is more hardcore into it and he’s been saying it’s past the point where they can play a full season but we might get a sort of mini-season or something…
I don’t know. I hope we get something… went to the Wembley game last year and I was kind of hoping to go again this time round…
Cynthia:
Well, Cynthia, that was a very, very kind comment. Thank you so very much. Well, I can’t say there will be a football season (NFL that is), but we’ll try and find something out there to write about. There MUST be something, right? I believe so. Okie doke, take care.
Magic,
Reno Romero
So, I asked Joe (my Joe, not TNB Joe) about this no NFL business because I didn’t know what you and James were talking about. Joe’s response: “It’s the apocalypse.” And that’s all he said …
Good stuff, Reno! Congrats on this fine showcase. Much deserved. Between our discussions of metal and the NFL, you are simpatico beyond simpatico. But throw in there coked out ants and skeevy landlord problems and it’s like we were separated at birth.
Rock on, brother.
Joe:
Hey, man, thank is very kind of you. Well, I don’t know what the NFL will bring to us when August rolls around, but one thing that is solid and consistent is metal. Metal is like a spike-infested cockroach: it will never go away despite how many Beibers or those finger-wagging hacks stink up the proverbial stage. Btw: I saw a live Maiden video of them playing “Powerslave” in Mexico. It was last year some time and they sounded better than ever. Better. That’s heavenly. Okay, sir, tell mom and dad that I said hello and that I’ll be home for Thanksgiving dinner.
I hope Keanu Reeves gets to be a quarterback.
Tammy:
Will you be his center?
Hut one, Butt two?
Who ate an el out of my name?
Tammy:
Oh, that was YOURS?
I always love a good Reno story. Glad to see you featured, sir!
Gloria:
Why thank you, Gloria. And thank you for reading my stuff. Have a great day and take care.
Whiskey,
Reno Romero
fly
on your way
like an eagle
fly
& touch the sun
on your way
like an
EA-GULL !!!
RENO
TOUCH
THE SUN !!!
11:
YOU are a Greek god. And, oh, how I love that song. Brings back so many memories. Many metal memories – which as far as I’m concerned – are the best. I will touch the sun my soul brother. It’s my waxen duty. Cheers and thank you very much.
In Light,
Reno
I still can’t believe we couldn’t figure out a time to hang out when I was out west, but that doesn’t mean we can’t try another time. Let’s get some Latin singles lined up, though, capicse?
Glad to see you featured on the home page, my friend. All the best.
Cowboys in 2011!!
Mr. Cox:
I was bummed that we couldn’t catch up. But like you said we can try another time. And we will. Hey, it seems I’m on top of the Latin Singles list (those bastards are hammering me) so when you’re ready let me know and we’ll green light this mofo. Thanks, Richard. You kick ass.
Robert Newhouse,
RR