When I worked at the Boston Phoenix, the Weekly Dig was our...

When I worked at the Boston Phoenix, the Weekly Dig was our rival paper. There was a spirited competition between the two rags — the Phoenix had history; the Dig had scrappy fire. The Phoenix died. The Dig lives on. And, what the fuck, this week, my face is on the cover. I don’t know what to say beyond that. If you’re in Boston, pick up a copy at a bar somewhere. If not, you can read an excerpt here.