This was a “margin scribbling” while I was engrossed in my post-apocalypse novel during 2003. The same novel I constantly threaten to serialize on Fridays but have, as yet, failed to do. While working out problems with characters and situations, …
As you read this, I’m drinking heavily in New Orleans with good friends. I spent my 27th birthday in New Orleans, so I have this weird desire to sort of retrace my steps. It’s easy enough to do so – …
Every time I head out to see my friends in New Orleans, I feel compelled to put up a note on the front page so the one or two people who read GS know absolutely every aspect of my life. …
Chapter Three The Great Temple
I don’t actually keep a dream diary, but everytime I jerk awake, rush to the computer, and type one out I save it as “dream diary” and with the date. I’m sure I’ll eventually post those unedited 3am summaries. But …
Dream Diary: May 3rd (early AM): Blowjobs for Hitler Read more »
“I knew things were bad when the second whore shook, seized up, then slid sideways off of me like a concussed jockey falling out of the saddle. Shot right through the breast. I’d thought the other one just fell or …
US 219 crosses US 50 right before you hit the West Virginia border. During college, I drove that road several times a year traveling between DC and little Elkins, WV. At night, the crossing can be spooky. A gas station, …
Revisiting old stories for the Sunday Archives, unearthing the New Testicle after more than a decade, and chopping up my lousy novel for serialization has been a wild experience.
Chronicles of Scary Things in Your Future and the Book of Jobless see the appearance of Binaca, Bob’s new right-hand redheaded angel-minx (and one of the authors of the Bob Jr. Scheme leading into the New Testicle), and has the …
Boble V: Chronicles of Scary Things in Your Future, part one Read more »
There’s something to be said for eating at the bar. But there’s a certain way to go about it.