This is Chapter 2 of my serialized pulp fiction story. I'm a bit hungover on this pass through. I apologize for nothing. Chapter 1 is here . This episode was brought to you by the nefarious curator of The Pulp Fiction Bookstore. Chapter 2 Dragon in the Guilt Sewer As I stood with a convict's... Continue Reading →
Happy Trails, Eddie Van Halen
It was a warm, sunny day yesterday on Long Island and I was screwing off at my nearly deserted office. Thanks Pandemic. I've been insanely busy at work for the past two months, so I figured some workplace fuckery was in order. I am truly grateful to have kept my job in the Age of... Continue Reading →
serial pulp fiction: THE ROCKFORD FILES YEARS
Drunk typist note: I'm going to attempt a pulp fiction story that mixes my Irish Catholic Drunkard's Guilt with a horror and crime story you might purchase at The Pulp Fiction Bookstore. None of these chapters will have more than two drafts so I hope you don't mind it not being too polished. This story... Continue Reading →
4.02.20 A Dark Day in TARMERICA
I had never been so excited to see April roll around then I was this year. I know that might sound stupid considering what was already going on in the world. Covid-19 was slam dancing its way through the world, leaving nothing but sickness, death and economic destruction in its wake. I also knew the... Continue Reading →
Film Ramblings:THE STATION AGENT(2003) Little Person with a Big Attitude
Unless you're some hip independent film director with fabulous hair and a skeletal model girlfriend who likes the heroin, being an outsider can be a lonely endeavor. The social media sect, vengeful Big Tech overlords and preening politicians pontificate on how society is now all inclusive. Anyone that spends at least four minutes a day... Continue Reading →
THE BLOOD CALL by Georges Surdez: Booze is thicker than water
Have we had enough of climbing the walls of our houses, apartments, condos, trailers or whatever the fuck kind of domicile we have been holed up in lately? Are the metaphorical muscles in our figurative arms and legs burned out and exhausted? Why not go outside and get some fresh air? Well, I’m writing this... Continue Reading →
TARMERICA: A Soft Opening for the Apocalypse
Are we chilling at a cocktail party, wearing designer masks and standing six feet apart, celebrating the soft opening of the apocalypse? This glorious shindig takes place in a clinical and creepy art gallery. Vast renditions of this bitch bug hang on its sterile walls, scarier and more surreal than any fevered dream Dali or... Continue Reading →
TARMERICA: Land of the No Tell Motel, Home of the Depraved
I can sometimes play the trope of the obnoxious American. I like to write, drink, read and say all sorts of problematic things that slither into my sinister mind. I've done some shady shit over the years. Stuff that I wouldn't be thrilled for any future girlfriend or employer to find out about. I've found... Continue Reading →
RUSSIAN ROULETTE by Georges Surdez : This is a short story. Gunshot quick.
Russian Roulette is an extremely short story by pulp writer Georges Surdez. The tale is as brief as the muzzle flash from a revolver. One could probably finish reading it by the time a bullet is done bouncing around the insides of a man's skull, shredding the brain into oatmeal, after it enters through their temple. Russian... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Chappelle’s “STICKS AND STONES” Gives Side-Eye to The Church of the Perpetually Offended
Unless you're still waiting for your 56k modem to open your homepage, you've probably heard the uproar over Dave Chappelle's latest Netflix special Sticks and Stones. Every fat fingered jerk on the internet has weighed in on the subject. Armed with a water gun filled with my own tragic hubris, I've decided to throw my sweat... Continue Reading →
