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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