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Submitted to Contest #52
Winter in the Rust Belt. A black bum who even sounds kinda like Gil-Scott rounded a corner, singin’ “And now it’s winter...winter in America...” Case watched him go from a ’97 Park Avenue that they still had the gall to slap David Buick’s name onto, snowed into the lot of the methadone clinic. Case flicked on the dome light and rummaged through his collection of cassettes in the storage compartment of the center console, which held mostly Killing Joke and Gun Club tapes. He slid The Wipers into his casette player and gunned it on Sofa King...
Submitted to Contest #50
Berlin Alexanderplatz lay open on the table, his cup of coffee next to it, in the café across the street from the police station. It wasn’t even a street, so much as a strip of badly graveled road that the low, one-story building stood on the other side of. In desert country, people raced around on quad bikes, more fit for the terrain, dune and hardpan, and he had seen a few teenagers racing around in the past few hours. He finished what was left and slipped the novel in his jacket, then went out to the road, waited around a few moments unti...
Submitted to Contest #48
Apart from the adults-only Hentai section in back, Milo C. felt this was a pretty respectable little store; not bad for a Jay and Slient Bob’s Secret Stash knock-off. Nestled on the hippest block of downtown Portland, far away from the reach of Kevin Smith’s lawyers in New Jersey, no doubt planning to rake ’im over the coals as we speak, Milo, who looks as though Elvis Costello dresses as Dante Hicks from ‘Clerks’ every day of the week, doesn’t just collect comic books, he traffics in comic books. He peddles that shit like a madman, every si...
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