Tag: Likely Stories

The Scratchy Noose is mobbed with people Tug wouldn’t let attend his funeral earlier in the day. Budge is at the door stamping hands and is worried about capacity and fire codes. Hope is working the bar and is serving tonight’s drink special, a concoction of her own creation she’s calling Thanatonic. As fate would […]

The session has begun. “Let’s see now,” the woman says. “Where are you?” The woman sits opposite Penny Hasbro in a condominium suite on the 54th floor of the Carmichael on Lake Shore Drive. Penny looks around the room. A painting on the wall shows a peasant woman washing the feet of a peasant child. […]

The invitation reads, The party: A gathering of like-minded individuals for the purpose of either celebrating or forgetting the agony of the human condition; a refuge amid abject routine. Your attendance is required. BYOB The revelry is well under way. Half the crowd are very drunk on gin martinis and are winding down. The other […]

“You are frighteningly predictable, do you know that about yourself? I read about you in the chapter ‘Inverted Sadists.’” “Thank you. Really? I read about you in the chapter ‘Repressed Hostility.’” “Repressed? Oh, please.” Lucy stands at the kitchen sink looking at a coffee stain that won’t come out by itself. “Where’s the Ajax I […]

“We will cut the heads off the Americans…we will devour them,” said a 25-year-old bus driver, making eating noises as he pretended to gnaw on human bones. “Tell the Americans not to forget even if we don’t have weapons we have other spirits,” he said, warning that Haitians would send zombies to attack the Marines […]

There’s been a mistake. Flank Treat is playing tonight at the Pixlar with that other band, Drove OverBill. Somehow my name is not on the list. The longhair in the box office pretends to have never heard of me. He must be new. In town. Someone will hear about this later, but in the meantime […]

Dr. Madlow is under the impression that I have been using the cloister complex as a means of controlling my environment and that I could stand to exercise more of an effort to share myself with the outside world if there is to be any real headway. Cloister complex my ass. Madlow is perfectly one-sided […]

Veronica calls and says that Matt has just come home with a big bag of p-o-t and that maybe I should come over for dinner. “Yes,” I say, “maybe I should.” What a friendly gesture, I think to myself as I dash across the park. I’d met Matt and Veronica just two nights before at […]