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It Is Fight Week and Las Vegas Is a Timeless Vortex

“You here for the fight?” said my cab driver, who looked like a less successful Guy Fieri. “I used to work for referee Jay Nady, the highest grossing boxing referee of all time.” He gestured out the window at a stoplight. “See that cab? That’s Jay Nady’s cab company right there. The ones with the ‘A.’ The ‘A’ is for…

At the Fights with Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting and Filth Author

Irvine Welsh, the Scottish author of a long string of drug- and crime-ridden classics such as Trainspotting, sits in the passenger seat of my Dodge Avenger. We're driving through the West Side of Chicago as the sun sets over vacant industrial lots in Cicero, a grimy, working-class suburb just across the street from…

Zombies Vs. Strippers: The Camp Classic That Wasn't

The contemporary Halloween dilemma—clambering for something that’s somehow both sexy and spooky—is a painful reminder of the biggest fumble of our young careers. Last year, amidst the chaos of our mid-twenties, we were handed the creative reins to a real cinematic monster: Zombies Vs. Strippers, a low-budget,…