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Enter the Dragon!
There were neither doors nor windows in the room. How I’d entered, I could not recall. In fact, I could recall nothing. Not even my own name. I knew only what I could see before me. That I was seated on a cushion in front of a table full of raw fish. That I was [...]
Bernie Among the Nightingales
It was Arty from Philly who first told me about the project. A pilot. One hour. Written by a guy named Lonstein, a playwright I worked for back when I was a kid. Lonstein was as queer as a priest in Paris, but the sonofabitch could write. I asked Arty if there was a part [...]
Cute Meat
She stared narcotic into space two stools to my left, an unlit Marlboro balanced between purple lips. Tattoos blanketed her pale, phthisic arms all the way down to the chipped black paint on her fingernails. I could not imagine her in the daylight.
“You look like a corpse,” I slurred.
She turned to me with a look [...]
The Intervention
After a perfectly uneventful day at the office and a brief stop at the local video store, George Himmelman entered his apartment to find a large crowd gathered in his living room. He would have assumed it was a surprise party, planned by Caitlin, his fiancé, but the somber tone of the guests, along with [...]
The Ballad of Tessie Felice
Behind her back, she was “One-Tit Tessie,” so-called after undergoing a mastectomy at the ripe old age of twenty-seven.
“You should give her a call.”
Arty from Philly told me about her. Tess was a friend of Arty’s wife, Lauren. Actually, Lauren hated her. They swam together at Cornell where Tess had a reputation for being a [...]