"If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers."
-Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Publication
Received news that I am being published at Indigo Rising Magazine. My story All Spread Out was accepted there.
Indigo's website is: http://www.indigorisingmagazine.com/
Indigo's website is: http://www.indigorisingmagazine.com/
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Bar Jokes
A guy walks into a bar...stop me if you've heard this one...guy walks into a bar, sits down. Next to him is a guy from Indiana. At first he thinks, this guy must be 20, 25. Nope. The guy is closer to 50 it turns out, has grandchildren and everything and then he sees the wrinkles under the guys eyes.
Anyways, Indiana says, I've worked in printing for 25 years and now I'm doing that down there. Everyday, across that border, good money. And nicest people man, let me tell you, nicest people. All except that one thing, he says. What? I ask. The other day, watched the Mexican police light a guy on fire on my way in. Watched him crawl across the ground, writhing. That wasn't so nice.
A guy walks into a bar. Sits down next to a Vietnam sniper, sees that the guys hands are still steady. I kept killing and killing and killing, the sniper says, coughs. But then I got out.
Why'd you get out? the guy asks. Because one day I got scared, sniper says.
Anyways, Indiana says, I've worked in printing for 25 years and now I'm doing that down there. Everyday, across that border, good money. And nicest people man, let me tell you, nicest people. All except that one thing, he says. What? I ask. The other day, watched the Mexican police light a guy on fire on my way in. Watched him crawl across the ground, writhing. That wasn't so nice.
A guy walks into a bar. Sits down next to a Vietnam sniper, sees that the guys hands are still steady. I kept killing and killing and killing, the sniper says, coughs. But then I got out.
Why'd you get out? the guy asks. Because one day I got scared, sniper says.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
I'm all dried up, I say. All fucking dried up.
He's like, well do something about it and all I can say is Man, I am so dried up. Look at me. All my shit is flaking off.
So he picks me up off the sidewalk and tosses me back into the grass.
You shouldn't have crawled out onto the goddamned sidewalk then. You're a worm, he says.
He's like, well do something about it and all I can say is Man, I am so dried up. Look at me. All my shit is flaking off.
So he picks me up off the sidewalk and tosses me back into the grass.
You shouldn't have crawled out onto the goddamned sidewalk then. You're a worm, he says.
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