Stuff I Wrote

Claptrap

Jerome and Noodle. A true story.
My first adventure into the world of politics. Hold the vitriol.
The Mall of America. I wrote this for the maiden issue of Grumble, and haven't contributed since. Really, this is here only because lists of two are dumb.

Hooey

My fictional forays tend to be these little character sketches about guys who are all damaged in some way. Are the characters grotesque reflections of my own self? I dunno. It certainly wasn't my intent, so judge for yourself.

Raymond, a "scrubber" with intimacy issues. (Parental advisory: Sex, Drugs, Gambling, Scientology, Birkenstocks, 80's Pop Culture)
Frank, an addict. (Frank and Raymond are notionally from the same story, which would turn into a novel if I had more time, more chops and more plot.)
Jeff Corven, or, The Perils of Going Soft.
Anseln, the angst-ridden sorcerer's apprentice.

Drivel

Leviathan, a ramble on the Red Line.

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