It's Thursday. I'm standing near the boxed sushi section at the Mitsuwa Marketplace. I look at my watch. It's about a quarter after five. He should be coming out of that door any second now -- the man with the red Sharpie.
There are others like me waiting for him, milling around, trying to not look like obvious cheapskates. But as we attempt to blend in, we are still coiled like sprinters waiting for the gun.
Finally, the door swings open, and the man with the red Sharpie strolls out ca
Brooks: dig those Sharpie eyebrows! Skinheads never cease to crack me up with their stupidity, and I had to muffle my laughs today at the West Justice Center. The Nazi party involved the Candy-Ass Gang, the trio of pendejos (and one pendeja) who prosecutors say drove into Huntington Beach's Slater Slum neighborhood with the expressed purpose of beating up a Mexican, only to have their asses cracked at the hands of wabs. In the shackles and jumpsuits were Brian Charles Hanson, Bret Macdonald H
