Fame – Fiction

December 1, 1996

I’ve wanted to be an actor, a rock star, a writer, and/or a director depending on the level of grandeur I was on. Or how much Star Search I’d been watching.

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.

Hitard the Fool – Fiction

April 1, 1996

She pulled at his ears. He pulled at her ass. She stepped back, staggering and gasping, not like one would expect from a Queen. She grabbed at the jug blissfully.