“It’s petrol! It’s in her eyes! Why are you standing there?!” LXXXIX Gulf Coast summer day Dry & Dusty Fill’n’Go bakes by the highway Do...

Prologue: ‘The Professor’ Jones: “Hey ‘Somber, this friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend just tipped me off to this alumnus guy who pays five buck...

The friends are over. They’ve got dope lined up and the booze is pouring. The hot tub beckons with succulent babes ready for hot aktion. But...

Johnny Gutts is on a tear: “Hark! Jobbernowls and ye gormless, lend me thine ears! Hear out the spumid stultiloquence of the local Scribe of...

“That house... it used to be brown. Who was it that had lived there? Was it Cathy? And the next house... an artist lived there. Guy or chick...