Monday mornings are bleak poems Words of despair Rhymes regarding the tragedy of responsibility Soul crushing prose packs a black belt’s kick Each stanza a death march into the concrete jungle Cluttered basement office in an Art Deco skyscraper Gleaming steel and gargoyles made of stone Bored by my misery like an apathetic Feudal lord... Continue Reading →
serial pulp fiction:The Rockford Files Years chapter 2
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 →
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 →
Film Ramblings:MARTIN(1977) Romero’s Tale of Ordinary Madness
"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Charles Bukowski When I go to the cinema of politics to see what shitty movie these fat old geezers have playing, I park my ass on the right side of the auditorium. Living in New York State, about thirty miles east of... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: The Death of Fleeting Ghosts
Hangovers storm through with the frequency of cold spring rain Another listless day imprisoned in my car Burning off miles trying to get away from myself People that love me just want to help That is pain I refuse to endure I would rather drink piss warm house gin garnished with herpes I roll through... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Christmas in Boiler City
A cold drizzle chilled frozen citizens and kept man eating bugs under subway platforms It washed blood and human meat down the sewers littered with discarded ornaments There was no remedy for the cavernous potholes that swallowed buses or crystal meth sharks that chewed up and spit out junkies I stumbled into a liquor store... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: The Alley Behind the Dive Bar
Spent half my life out behind this rotten gin joint A harsh prison sentence I'm just a recidivist degenerate vomiting vodka, vicodin and venom Hellbent on a life of introspective mediocrity Ate a hard knuckle sandwich from some dude with long greasy hair muscular arms and an intimidating beer gut Skanky barfly with teeth the... Continue Reading →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 