We come from a goddamn different world. Back when people didn’t just sit around, waiting for life to toss‘em a bone. We worked hard as hell. Some of us had blisters before we knew what a dollar was. Started young ‘cause it was the only way the family could keep food on the table. Some…

In Washoe County, allegations of election mismanagement have surfaced, with concerns about security practices, signature verification speeds, and potential errors in voter data processing. Whistleblowers and community members have voiced concerns over procedures within the county’s Registrar of Voters office, suggesting that certain practices may compromise the integrity of election results. According to reports, up…

waking underneath the weight of the city, neon signs flicker, and the cats scream like banshees in the alley. the bourbon is gone, the ashtray is full, my head is heavy with regrets and half-remembered dreams. another day stumbling through the grind, another night chasing shadows, running from ghosts. the rent is due, the fridge…

The street through Virginia City was wildly quiet. No tourists, no visitors, few locals. It felt right. It felt like I felt. Then I saw you, one more time. Standing on the boardwalk, looking at me With that ‘come hither to me’ twinkle in your eye. Then you stepped inside the Union. You disappeared. And…

The Nevada election landscape is a never-ending game of cat and mouse, a system engineered to ensure victory for those who understand the convoluted rules. And Sam Brown’s loss is just another glaring example. In Nevada, however, “election season” drags on as ballots trickle in until the chosen candidate comes out on top. What we…

The sun was low in the sky, casting long shadows over the sand of the desert. A hot wind stirred the grit and dust, whispering through the skeletal remains of a long abandoned village. Sergeant Major Collins sat outside the tent, his eyes scanning the horizon, where the land met the sky in a wavering…

In the warm glow of the afternoon, the thermometer nudged a pleasant 73 degrees—a fine day for late October. With a satisfied sigh, I took my cherished 1913 Liberty overalls, those sturdy bibs that have seen me through many a day, and gave them a good wash. I never trust the machine to dry‘em; instead,…

Pete and I stood outside The Roasting House, sharing a laugh over the Venus Fly Trap he had received as a gift. It sat proudly on his office desk. “I don’t know what I’m gonna feed it come wintertime,” he mused. “My mom used to raise a few Fly Traps when I was a kid,” I said. “Raw hamburger works—that’s what she used for hers.” “Good idea,” he said. “Any other suggestions?” I couldn’t help but grin at the memory that surfaced. “Yeah. Don’t talk your younger brother into putting his willy in one.” Pete burst into laughter. “What?”…

In Nevada’s Senate race, Republican candidate Sam Brown saw his early lead begin to erode as incoming ballots favored his Democratic opponent, Senator Jaky Rosen—a scenario sparking calls for increased scrutiny over Washoe County’s voting procedures. Over 100,000 ballots reportedly sent to incorrect or invalid addresses call into question ballot integrity, echoing similar claims from…

The old K-R wasn’t a big-time setup, just a scrappy outfit. Every Friday night, I’d drag 19-year-old Slim along to round up the cows out of the pasture and crowd ’em into the little quarter-acre square we used for a catch pen. We’d camp out overnight because some Saturdays at daylight, we had twenty head…