Sometimes I Wonder – Fiction

May 1, 1997

I woke up early to get a head start on the day, but it had already started. Time passed. In the fast lane, no less, and I was left choking on its dust.

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.

The Culture Bunker – Fiction

February 1, 1996

The Royal Shakespeare and Traveling Wet-Nurse Repertory Theatre has mounted a series of the Bard’s greatest works, subtly rewritten for the adult market.

The Culture Bunker – Fiction

December 1, 1995

Virgil is gone. So is my illegitimate brother, Sliced. His absence is like a gaping void where once there was a void that didn’t gape nearly as much.

The Culture Bunker – Fiction

November 1, 1995

Dex has been stockpiling assault weapons and yellow highlighting pens, preparing us for the Day of the Final Draft.

The Culture Bunker – Fiction

October 1, 1995

I am running out of time to write the Great American Youth-Angst Novel. So, I put all of my protruding organs to their respective grindstones.

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