Graffic Traffic – Column

March 1, 1996

It hasn’t been a good start to the year, comically speaking. With news of no more Calvin & Hobbes, and just one more issue each of Sandman and Love & Rockets…

The Meaning of Life Du Jour – Fiction

March 1, 1996

My job, as well as yours, as a living, breathing, normally-functioning human being, is to get out of bed. Unfortunately, it’s not as easy a job as it sounds.

The Culture Bunker – Fiction

March 1, 1996

I was relaxing in my hyperbolic chamber, when, through the triple-density Perplexiglas and clogged whimsy filter, I heard a muffled knock at my door.

Plans – Fiction

March 1, 1996

Plan C fell somewhere to the side… On the fraying edge of caution… Confined to the heady escapism of… Driving slightly over the speed limit…

Pigeons – Fiction

March 1, 1996

Pigeons gave me insights into many things, but above all, they were fun. I would reward the good ones, punish the bad ones, and protect all of them.

Krassmont’s Calling – Fiction

March 1, 1996

He averaged about three hours of sleep a week. Dishevelment and lack of composure was his middle name. It should probably be hyphenated.

Cops 1996 – Ficition

March 1, 1996

“Son, you’re behind the wheel of a V-8 powered, fully-loaded, American built Ford Crown Victoria automobile. T’ain’t no ‘scuse for going 55. No ‘scuse at all.”

A Living Hell – Fiction

March 1, 1996

If I hear one more born-again poser trying to tell me about how cool Christian Industrial Death Metal is, I’m going to nail somebody’s living carcass to a tree.

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