Originally published in Verbicide issue #24 I ran into this kid, Fly, who I hadn’t seen in ages. He wasn’t a kid anymore, either. He’d [...]

Originally published in Verbicide issue #18 Last Friday I went to Boston to go see this band The Drowning with my buddy Harvey. Harvey is [...]

Originally published in Verbicide issue #14 I hadn’t really seen anybody in quite some time. I was working long hours and not making much money, [...]

Originally published in Verbicide issue #13 The sunburned man’s tattoo read FTW: Fuck The World. I knew that’s what it stood for because I’d met [...]

Originally published in Verbicide issue #12 The first night I was in Brooklyn I got punched in the face. I was on my way across [...]

Originally published in Verbicide issue #10 Maybe she’d been lying to get rid of me. Ghod she was fly tho, in that blue wig and [...]

Originally published in Verbicide issue #9 There is a spectre haunting mankind. The next step in the game of evolution has been initialized, and all [...]

Originally published in Verbicide issue #8 I used to want to be a writer. I do not any more. Stories are lies, and when you [...]

Originally published in Verbicide issue #6 I have spent time in the Hospital, but I am Better now, you must believe me. I am not [...]