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Chapter 6: Houses
Liza sipped a glass of chilled chardonnay. She purred slightly as the wine trickled cold over her esophagus, temporarily negating the horrific heartburn from a spicy bowl of shrimp and grits she’d had at brunch. “I’m afraid to touch any …
Sunday Archive XXIV: American Braves, Part Four of Four
And the end of the American Braves story. It’s really annoying when it’s spread over four weeks, eh? We ended up at a crazy bar, which I must go visit again, run by the guy who wrote Rhyme & Punishment, …
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The Boble VIII: Joe and the Sepia-tone Rag
Jesus, reprinting the Boble has been vaguely painful. So here’s the last chapter of Genesis, and then we’ll take a little break. Book 2 of The Boble will pick up in 2009.
Women’s Studies
I’ve mentioned my buddy Lonnie and his movie before, I think. I’m too lazy to check and, between you and me, I have no idea what I’ve posted on the front page. Except for the stuff I wrote 20 years …
Chapter 5: Truly Powerful Men
Downtown, in the supposedly straight-laced Central Business District, the tall office buildings and more conservative hotels looked across Canal Street into the French Quarter like a funhouse mirror: the streets that overlapped had two different names and the grand facades …
Sunday Archive XXIII: American Braves, Part Three of Four
Choo Choo Barn vs. Northlandz
Recession Proof
They’re saying that we’re officially in the land of recession, which can only mean that the end is near and we should go hang ourselves in the basements of our foreclosed homes. I’ll let you go do that before I …
The Boble VII: Abe, Is-Ak & Joe
Tonight on The Boble: Rape, abuse, homosexuality, racism, sodomy and religious absolutism. I shall leave you as you left me. As you left her. Marooned for all eternity in the center of a dead planet…buried alive…buried alive…
Chapter 4: Exclusion on Nashville
Paul pulled up to the curb of Nashville Avenue and walked up the brick walkway to his little brother Joseph’s front door. The giant two story house, from its storybook patterned shingles all the way down to the wraparound porch …