Old-school hog farming makes a comeback, thanks to some fine swine from Frankenstein.
Here's how you become one of those people who screams at his kid's coach.
Transgender hookers with rap sheets are successfully fighting deportation--by asking for asylum.
First, Houston's DNA lab became a laughingstock. Then its controversial director was murdered.
By the time we try to leave Hazelwood's at 1 a.m., the inside bar is tense with an "I've-drunk-too-much-and-now-I'm-gonna-kick-your-ass" vibe.
It's only 20 feet from where we're standing to the door, but we have to get through three heated confrontations. One of them is between two females (neither were roller girls) being held back by guys, and one of them is yelling about the derby girls and how they're tough and athletic and this other chick doesn't appreciate it because she's a stupid bitch or something like that.
As we pull out of the lot (watch for falling drunks), I tell Joker that I've seen more fights tonight than in the past five years combined.
And I don't think I've ever seen so much ruffle-butt underwear in my entire life.