Poor Choices, with your host, Patrick Neville. Today's Memory: Hiking in JNCO's. This is a story I've rarely told, but If you know me, you know I love my JNCO jeans. I have since the 90's and I've always worn a pair or...

Poor Choices - With your host, Patrick Neville. Today's Memory: Fun with Lego's! It was long ago, back when I was a young innocent teenager. I was beginning to experience those certain special feelings and urges that...

The Worst Music Festival Ever - by P.N. Neville I pulled into the festival gate in my old 1998 Toyota 4Runner, my usual band equipment hauling machine for festivals and gigs of the like. The man at the gate was rude and...

Some new crazy dreams last night. I was the captain of a Starship, but it wasn't Star Trek, it was called SPACE SERVICE. The morons that run our Government couldn't come up with a better name, so we got stuck with that. ...

Hench-Man and Barnaby - Episode 1 - by P.N. Neville


Last night I experienced the story of two super heroes. Hench-Man and Barnaby, his sidekick. They weren't good, nor were they evil, they were just assholes. They...

My name is Badge, officer Badge. “Sir, do you know why I pulled you over?”, said the officer. “Badge? What kind of stupid name for a cop is that? What’s your first name Officer?”, said Duane from the front seat of his...

God's Soup Can - by P.N. Neville In my dreams last night I visited a strange world, it looked like the 1930’s depression era, but different. It was a mix of that time and modern times, the people were hungry and dressed...

The Wizards of Old - by P.N. Neville The warm breeze blew gently in through the triangular vent window of my 1966 Chevy K20, the familiar sound of the Quadrajet on the old 307 V8 hissing as I hit the gas pedal to climb up...

Sasq-Watchin' - by P.N. Neville

An eerie silence filled the air as I slowly walked through the scattered remains of a dead forest, the trees that still stood upright were all white and black with char from some major...

The Job - by P.N. Neville

There I was, sitting on a bench on the city streets sitting upright against the brick wall of a long abandoned building, it's crumbling bricks obscured by hundreds of old posters, fliers, and...