Mar 10
Some People Say I Was Anointed By Christ to Write Columns Milt settles into his catnapper, grabs the remote and flicks on the five o’clock news. “All right, let’s see what the mad man’s up to, now.” He’s referring to the Tangerine Lunatic, of course. A man he’s voted for three times, and he’ll vote …
Mar 03
The Bathroom Habits of the Desperate Rabble Bippy the supervising clown approaches at a fast walk, a stunt-legged trot, really, the pace he uses when he tries to catch me jotting insults into my Moleskine notebook which is crazy, of course, since I make no attempt to hide my literary aspirations on the clock. He …
Feb 24
A Tale of Two Bobbies I’ve seen a lot of stupid shit during my fifty-one year stay on this jackass planet. A friend of mine, his grown ass son tried to siphon gas out of a hearse one night. He decided to flick his Zippo so he could see how much progress he was making, …
Feb 17
The Ballad of Bippy the Clown Sometimes when you write a weekly column for an online literary zine, you just have to vent to your imagined readership about the shit that especially pisses you off. Here in the land of Hydra Hydraulics, it’s been a steady stream of sixty plus hour work weeks since …
Feb 10
Early Morning Smoke Alarm Sunday morning, my wife wakes up and stares at the bedroom ceiling for twenty minutes. This sort of behavior never bodes well for me. Twenty minutes of deep thought is usually followed by the sort of pronouncements that can ruin a man’s day. Examples range from “you spend entirely too much …
Feb 03
In the Summer of Short Pants and Flannel So, here’s a story. This one goes way back, thirty plus years, back in the summer of short pants and flannel when I was beginning to dig what the boys from Seattle were laying down but couldn’t quite turn loose of Skid Row, Queensryche and Saigon Kick. …
Jan 27
Wintry Mixes and Arctic Vortexes “It’s supposed to get bad this weekend,” Milt says. “Looks like we’re going to be iced in for at least a week.” Ten minutes later. “There’s a possibility it’s going to miss North Alabama totally. Michigan’s gonna be under fifteen feet of snow, though.” Milt sits in his Catnapper Laz-E-Boy, …
Jan 20
Big Az Sammiches It’s a sad fact of factory life that eventually you find yourself eating a Big Az sammich out of the vending machine. For me, in this instance, it was a Big Az country fried chicken sammich I subjected myself to. It was the first break of the day. I was hungrier than …
Jan 13
First They Take Your Tortillas… “Make this make sense! Make this make sense!” Cracker McCracken is incensed about something. I can hear him bellyaching halfway across the factory floor. Five hours into the first shift following a two-week holiday shut down, and he’s already lost his goddam mind. He’s standing in front of his welder, …
Jan 06
What the Hell Did I Just Live Though? 2025, A Year I’m Not Comfortable Reviewing With 2025 a corpse shot in the head and dumped in a ditch, and 2026 racing out of the gate like a retarded child piloting a missile-laden Chinook, it is tempting to piss this column away just reviewing bullshit that …
