The saga of Antoine Chavez has a long way to go before it rears its ugly head again on these computerized pseudo pages. The Studio Gangsters have infiltrated, and the prospect of a new tomorrow has been replaced by a different sentiment, one of sheer overt sexuality mixed with a unique brand of urban stoopidity. These guys were crunked long before the upscale bar that doesn't allow dogs opened on Franklin Street. Wax Fangs rolls with a Whippet, so you know how those boys feel about that shafty policy.
August was a long month for the staff of BWZ. We rose to great heights, and in turn, we fell to all time lows. It was bittersweet glory interlaced with brief highs and an introspective self regret. But, we did it together! And together we will ride into the upcoming fall months. Look for photo updates and comments from our admiring readership!
