Paul Peter Hinckley watched his father fall clumsily onto the seventh green of the Audubon golf course, his fingers fanned over the tight grass inches from the hole. He knew—in a way he would describe as “uncannilly familial” every time …
From February of 2007. This picks up from mysterious and long lost commuter train notes. No idea where I was going with it… Though I did mention that high school walk home again in the recent post, Train Town.
Part of my repeated trips to NOLA have involved nagging the fuck out of my friend to write again. I posted links to some of his previous work right here, and you should read them. Readers who have been following …
Last time on “The Boble”: BOB created Man, the Earth, sexy women, mosquitoes, black syphilis, West Nile Virus and… Well he was quite busy. Then Stick killed Unable. Then there was a bunch of sex and babies, but we skipped …
The text message from my grandfather instructed me to come to room 412 at the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Silver Spring at 6am, which didn’t make much sense as he was supposed to be in Parkersburg, West Virginia. Though, it …
Maryland is a great state. The Democrats are going to carry it, so you can do whatever you want. But, since you’re an irresponsible monster, I’ll still tell you what to do. Let’s go over the ballot!
From February of 2007, this is a complete article that I never got around to posting for some reason. Again, though this is more coherent than the others, this is a “James” article and was written with the intent of …
So the big problem with The Fog is that it opens with a ticking watch sound, which makes me want to watch Back to the Future, then it has a dangling pocketwatch effect on screen, which makes me want to …
So my good friend, who has a movie coming out soon, has turned his wife into Helena, the Hussy of Horror. Originally intended for some Horrorfest thing, here’s the first episode via youtube, which is where people on the internet …