True Stories of the Scene Patrol – Fiction

September 1, 1996

“I’m writing you up. You and your whole Starbuck’s Coffee klatch-rock are finished. Bend over.” “But why, man?” “Because I care.” “Agggggggggggggggggggggggh.”

Norwegian Surgeons – Fiction

August 1, 1996

Seventeen guitars were smashed at the first show. By the time the band broke up, he had smashed 700 guitars, most of them donated, all but the first, stolen.

Karma – Fiction

August 1, 1996

Puking on the subway would be amazing. Everyone would be forced to endure the putrid stink of your throw-up until the next stop. There’s nothing they could do.

Candy Man – Fiction

August 1, 1996

I was the kingpin of the playground candy circuit which ran from my 6th grade year to the summer of junior high. Nobody could touch me.

Dear Editor – Fiction

June 1, 1996

I am a small fat troll of an old lady who enjoys waddling down subway platforms in front of educated, good-looking, productive, and adjective-obsessed young men.

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