It’s mid-summer and mercury thermometers across Southern California are slated to scream all weekend long. Triple digits. $150 ski masks to the beach. Weird randoms staring at your tiger-colored one-piece. Holler if you hear none of this. You may have noticed that I was mix-less while the rest of the POW staff stayed pouring gas […]

Chris L. Terry writes with the zigzag slang that can only come from overdosing on the right blend of rap and comic books. Like most of us, he’s the bastard child of a generation consigned to Yo! MTV Raps and cassette tapes. Baby boomer lit snobs might have thought it was purgatory, but Terry understands […]