By Monica Alonzo
By Stephen Lemons
By Jason P. Woodbury
By Dulce Paloma Baltazar Pedraza
By Ray Stern
By Pete Kotz
By Monica Alonzo
By New Times
A Tough Break
Arms and The Man: This is an issue that a lot of people keep talking about, and it's getting blown far out of proportion with the main issue completely overlooked: DJ Donnie Burbank (a.k.a. Dr. Father, now a.k.a. Dr. Fracture) had his arm broken by a bouncer at a nightclub ("Tranzylvania Tussle," The Bird, Robrt L. Pela, December 15).
It was snapped completely in half, and a rod had to be permanently pinned into his bone in order for it to heal right. Anyone who has broken a bone understands how painful and inhibiting it is.
I used to work for the FineLine in Tucson. The security team there was well trained. These professional bouncers knew the difference between necessary and excessive force. It takes a lot to snap someone's arm completely in half. When you go to a nightclub, the bouncers are there to make us feel safe and secure, not fearful of your own well-being.
There are a handful of people who're choosing to boycott Tranz. I am one of them. We all have our own reasons for doing so. My reason: The bouncer broke my friend's arm. The bouncer still works there. Part of that $7 cover charge goes toward paying for his salary. Considering that the club doesn't want to take responsibility for its unprofessional "security" team, I see no reason to support it.
I wish this had never happened. Like I say, it's a great club. The moment that the situation is rectified, I'll be right back in the door. Those of us boycotting aren't looking to draw a line in the sand. We want Donnie to heal, and not be thousands of dollars in debt because of this. It's about a human being, not a social scene.
Name withheld by request
Ruffled feathers: I was surprised that The Bird -- whose squawking I normally love -- took Donnie Burbank at his word. Sure, his arm is broken, but does anybody know for sure that it was broken at Tranzylvania?
If the guy was partying hearty, as many witnesses say he was, he could have gotten it broken later in the night. The bouncer at Tranz denies that it even happened at his club.
Sammy Fine, Phoenix
Booby call: What I want to know is how this kid Yaser Alamoodi got elected president of the student body at Arizona State University. John Belushi's turning over in his grave ("Yaser, That's My Baby!," The Bird, December 15).
You know you've got a real prude when ASU president Michael Crow (the "real" prez, as you say) isn't on his side. Remember, it was Crow who ran hell-raising frats off the ASU campus! And he, Crow, sees nothing wrong with naked coeds, which's the first good thing I've heard about Crow.
What I want to know is, is Yaser's mother wearing a burqa? Otherwise, what self-respecting heterosexual college boy wouldn't want to see young campus chicks baring their boobs for Playboy?
Then, he says he's not so much against that as he is about the sacred Sparky logo being misused. Come on! Sparky is about the most dumb-ass mascot in college athletics. How could that little faggot Sparky possibly look any more insipid than he already looks?
Campus life ain't what it used to be!
Sam Ellison, via the Internet
No such thing as "occasional" use: In response to the person who stated that there are "good meth users" (Letters, December 15), it doesn't matter how strong you are or who you are or what you think you are, meth ruins everyone and everything it touches!
For someone to state that he parties occasionally with the drug and is fine is ridiculous. Your articles about the destruction caused by meth prove that (see New Times' meth series, "The Perfect Drug").
It's an insult for someone to write in that he is fine just because he does meth on the weekend. Whatever he may believe, occasional use is how the addiction starts. That person should review his life choices. He may be withholding himself from his real potential. If that's not happening now, it will happen eventually; he will kill his brain cells and starve his body for days on end for no reason.
Meth use is repulsive, period. I was a much stronger person than the average person, and it shook up my life. I mean, an earthquake shook it. I never was addicted, I never had sex for money or drugs or stole from stores or people, but I hurt myself, my family and every other person in my life. But most of all, myself!
The person who wrote that letter to you is full of shit. No one can just walk away from meth.
Name withheld by request
The law is Band-Aid legislation at its worst, giving the appearance of action while in reality doing nothing but creating more mindless red tape for the rest of us as we stand at the prescription counters with noses aflame from the brown cloud that is the Valley's air.