This Might Be Bad Journalism.

The Austinist has, somewhat regretfully, agreed to accept the ramblings of truecraig: a 78704 resident with bad knees, questionable taste in facial hair, and an erroneous belief that the bathroom walls of the men’s restroom in Casino El Camino contain the deepest of possible political satire. Craig drinks, smokes, runs, tells ridiculous stories, describes himself in the third person, and spends money he does not have. All in the bestest Texan city, Austin.

His natural habitat is Club Deville on Friday nights where he can be found stumbling through grandiose lies while being scolded by the nice waitresses. [Feel free to stop reading by now] A strong tendency to seem indecent runs thick with this man, but it is just a ploy to stimulate you into laughter or thought. Or maybe he hates you intensely; it’s really kind of a crap-shoot, and none of it should matter (you always take the high road anyway, right?). Bygones. Craig is not a soul-less communist robot, but he plays one in real life.

Craig will be writing things that The Austinist may or may not be proud to publish. But hopefully you’ll enjoy reading his musings as much as he enjoys reading the work of other Austinist contributors.