Ricky Lee Cole has lived off and on in the flood tunnels beneath Las Vegas for 20 years. He recently was placed in an apartment through HELP of Southern Nevada, but still has great difficulty finding a job.
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In case you’ve spent the past 24 hours holed up inside a Tauntaun, you’re well aware that tickets for “Star Wars: The Force Awakens” go on sale tonight after the trailer debuts during halftime of “Monday Night Football.”
Children tearfully watch filmstrips about how their best chance to survive a nuclear attack is to “duck and cover.” James Donovan (Tom Hanks) looks on in horror as Berliners are gunned down trying to clamber over the newly constructed wall. At one point, shots are fired into his New York home.
Some of Las Vegas’s best chefs are once again stepping out of their kitchens and into food trucks for the second season of “Late Nite Chef Fight.”
It’s a little-known fact of film criticism: Saturday morning screenings are almost universally awful.
Just in time for Halloween, Showtime is unleashing one of the creepiest, most depraved characters you’ll ever see on television: Warren Steed Jeffs.
You wanna win the war on drugs? Find a way to get each cartel boss alone in a room, then have Benicio Del Toro glare at him. It won’t be long before the world’s supply of illicit substances dwindles to whatever weed Seth Rogen happens to be holding.
Would you rather be a rock star in the era of a mature city or a mature record industry? It wasn’t a choice for either the band Slaughter or Imagine Dragons.
Space travel + ’70s-era radio hits = awesomeness.
The group BARS, or “Brothers Are Radically Superb,” combine turfing, bone breaking, popping, and anything that inspires them to put on a improv-based theatrical show of raw self-expression.