This piece is fictional, and intended purely as a parody. It is not intended to communicate any true or factual information, and is for entertainment purposes only. Barbecues, mainly. And this is part ...
It was the end of summer, 1977. At least I think it was late summer. I found a cat, a little ball of fluff. A teeny-tiny baby kitten. Her face was the size of a coin, and was split by her huge wide-open ...
“They did type me as a horror writer, but I have been able to do all sorts of things within that framework.” I didn’t think I would ever tell this story. My wife told me not to; she said no one would ...
When I was young, I thought Life: A User’s Manual would teach me how to live and Suicide: A User’s Manual how to die. I don’t really listen to what people tell me. I forget things I don’t like. I look ...