Archive for the Waco Category


Pool Hustling in Austin With Capt. Buttface

If you’ve never been in Waco, Texas for an extended period, you cannot grasp the urgent need to flee. To flee the heat and humidity and cockroaches and bad newspapers and suffocating blanket of failure. To just get in the car and drive. And in 1982, that meant we: 1) Put $10 of gas in […]

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Capt. Buttface and Stinky Green David

We previously told the a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship. WAIT. Sorry. Wrong mental tape. THIS is the previous tale we told – Capt. Buttface and the Lake Waco Moon Cricket. And this is the sequel… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ People who make their living at boat docks […]

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Fear and Loathing in Waco

“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” — Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, Gonzo Journalist   You cannot imagine how important the good doctor was to me 30 years ago. After a mind-numbing night shift at the Waco Trivial-Herald, covering “TNDs and misdemeanor murders”, I’d limp home to my cockroach-infested apartment, drink mass quantities […]

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Capt. Buttface and the Lake Waco Moon Cricket

Call me Ishmael. Put Muddy Waters on the stereo. Throw in about 900 cases of Pearl beer, Lake Waco, and the yellow Moon Cricket. And our sailing story can begin. It was the early 1980s, and I was the new $185-a-week, night-side police reporter for the Waco Tribune-Herald.

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