“I feel like I’m at Lollapalooza or something.”

“I looked up and there were all these pirates.”

“Hey, we’re from Seattle. Where are the whores at?”

“I’ve always just called it ‘Death Metal Pizza.'”

“Oh good. A banjo.”

Keith Plocek

The Houston Press is a nationally award-winning, 34-year-old publication ruled by endless curiosity, a certain amount of irreverence, the desire to get to the truth and to point out the absurd as well...