I sat in the first chair inside Cristo’s simple barbershop with my head pitched forward, staring at a pinup poster from World War II. The girl was labeled ‘Ensign Edie,’ a smiling redhead wearing an adapted sailor’s outfit and cap, …
Nacho Sasha and the Knights of Saint John Part IV: Living in the Plastic Age
It all began with the blizzard of 1993. I was at a small college tucked away in the mountains of West Virginia, and we were stranded for about a week. No highways, and there were several days where nothing could …
All bad things must come to an end.
Nacho Sasha and the Knights of Saint John Part III: Less Than Zero
Each edition of the Boble has had a different epilogue. So we’ll go in order…
I think my hardest job right now is learning how to spell “judgment” correctly. It’s not even the title I wanted for my lousy novel… Everything there is just one, huge placeholder for a project I can’t seem to return …