Category Archives: Filth

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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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. … Continue reading

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