Monthly Archives: December 2009

Cartin's Brick, fiction by Jarrid Deaton

My daughter, Laney, she got pregnant not long after her sixteenth birthday.  Me and Nora were disappointed, sure, but we didn’t come  down on her with lectures or anger. We just told her that we’d help out as much as needed, … Continue reading

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Happy Holidays!

More content in the new year. I’m going to be busy until then, though, turning 40 and reevaluating, uh, very important things, because I’m, uh, officially at what I used to consider middle age. Here’s a song a dear, dear, … Continue reading

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That's Right–Drug the Little Fuckers!

Who diagnosed this three-year-old kid (referenced in the last graph) with bipolar disorder?? Can someone in the medical professions please tell me a way in which this makes sense? Three-year olds are all over the place mentally because they’re, um, … Continue reading

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Cow-Tipping, fiction by Mark Staniforth

The sight of all those schoolgirls’ legs unfolding off the buses at just past four o’clock every afternoon is almost enough to shut anybody up, except for Roscoe Williams when he’s got another one of them stupid ideas of his … Continue reading

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New Content Coming Soon

Just letting you all know.  I think it’s a sign my family’s getting older and older, or just not hunting, or something. No one got a deer on the first or second day, or at all that I’ve heard of. … Continue reading

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