Normally, I would post some of my own writing here, but I am busy working on my long-awaited follow-up to my 1988 history of tree bark: Bark! The new book, entitled Bark II: Botanical Boogaloo, is due out in June of 2014.
As I still haven't heard from former editor Christamar Varicella since he was taken to the hospital, I can only assume that he is dead. While rooting around in his desk drawer I found the following chapter of his latest novel. I'm posting it now in lieu of some other space filler.
See also Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
I was over at Earnestine and Willy’s trailer, pacing their little cubby hole of a living room, debating on what to do next. I knew I couldn’t go on living with Skwerly. That bastard had started doing all kinds of nutty shit just to fuck with me, like putting a dead snake head in my cereal box. I tell ya, that’s one surprise you don’t hope to find in your Cap’n Crunch. Plus the sum bitch has all these goddamn zombie squirrels running around as pets, and he started letting ‘em in the house.