Lollipop Magazine

High Dudgeon and Low Self-Esteem – I, X – Fiction

December 1, 1997

I’m torn between getting this hatred and disgust that lies within me in steaming clots out once and for all and maneuvering my mouse to “no” when asked to save.

Going Down the Road Feeling Bad – Part IV – Fiction

December 1, 1997

“You’ve never seen Muslims before, Richard?”
“Well, yeah,” he returns, “…but not WHITE chicks. Look at ’em!”

Get Smart from Smut – Fiction

November 1, 1997

Some of us want sex, not a cheerleading section shouting progress reports and instructions. Why does anyone keep yelling “Fuck my ass” when it’s being done?

One Day in L.A. – Fiction

November 1, 1997

The limo ride must have lasted an hour. We drank champagne, vodka and some minty shit that Christian didn’t like. Plus, we got real stoned from that joint.

High Dudgeon & Low Self Esteem – Journey to the End of This Page – Fiction

November 1, 1997

I have not quite convinced myself that my work here is completely futile, nor do I believe that music has ground itself to a rut as I may have made it seem.

Going Down the Road Feeling Bad – Part III – Fiction

November 1, 1997

I stare idly out the passenger window, at a barefoot, grinning, dancing fool of vaguely Rastafarian extraction, whose chest is slick with so many days’ toil.

The Culture Bunker – Two Thumbs Up Part II: Electric Boogaloo – Fiction

October 1, 1997

“Now what the fuck are we gonna do? Mr. Burnt Sienna’s fuckin’ dead! That means I’ll have no one to bounce my sarcastic pop-culture references off of!”

The King and I – Fiction

October 1, 1997

“What have we been doing this evening, Mr. McCue?” he demanded in a mystic Russian accent. There, in my doorway, dressed as the King of Siam, was Yul Brynner.

High Dudgeon and Low Self-Esteem – Column

October 1, 1997

I got into this racket because I wanted desperately in the soul of my soul to be a writer, with all that entails.

Going Down the Road Feeling Bad – Part Two – Fiction

October 1, 1997

Here I have a novel featuring Sixties’ rebels wrapped in a wicked suspense narrative, and I am ITCHING to give the Furthur Festival folks a 40% off sticker.