It’s column day and you know what that means. I get 1,000 words with which to speak my mind to all eleven-teen people reading CityBeat. I kid because I love. This week’s piece felt particularly good because I got to publicly call two men who have huge impact on the quality of life in my community, “rapacious ass wipes.” At least I think that’s what I called them. You’ll have to read it for yourself to find out, since I’m so unreliable. I can’t remember what I had for dinner two hours ago. But that could just be the beer typing…