We here at Graffiti are a lot like “Grand Theft Auto.” We jack each other’s pens left and right, we’re constantly typing word bullets, and our Macs are used as underground drug communication devices. » Full Story

Back in the day we didn’t need a guide to survive summer. Summer needed a guide to survive us.

We were young masters of the seasons then, destroyers of empty days, champions of laziness. » Full Story

My first foray into the world of mustaches came 26 years after I joined this starcrossed planet. I looked like a pedophile, but thought it was ironic enough to keep for a while. That is, until I met m » Full Story

If drinking beer could save the world, I’d have saved the world by now. Those were the words of a friend upon seeing this issue’s cover. Sure, there’s some hyperbole (or hyper bole, as another friend » Full Story

Green eggs. Green ham. Fried green tomatoes. Green brewski. I’m green with envy. The most blessed day of the year is upon us — St. Patrick’s Day.

Like all blessed holida » Full Story

My spring breaks must have been wild and heartbreaking because I don’t remember them. I’m guessing I wiped my memory bank clean, ala “Eternal Sunshine.” OK, OK, the truth is, I » Full Story

By Justin McIntosh



I first heard of The Avett Brothers through some friends, but as I am known to do, I neglected actually listening to the group for some time.

Ev » Full Story