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1998 Stories by Bill Blake

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  • Song for Xmas

    published December 24, 1998

    December at night around here, where the houses have wheels and the cars do not, the magical sparkle of Christmas lights blends with the... More >>

  • TV Dinner

    published November 26, 1998

    Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? --William Shakespeare She got a TV eye on me. --Iggy Pop A few weeks ago, I bought a... More >>

  • Trick or Trash

    published October 29, 1998

    This year the kids just banged on Bill's door regardless of the fact that the trailer was dark as a cemetery. And the only exterior light on the... More >>

  • Church of the Poison Mind

    published September 24, 1998

    All afternoon Bill Blake catalogued his depression. The money was gone. The beer almost. Rent long past due. Worse, beating-off had lost all charm... More >>

  • Slow Ride

    published August 27, 1998

    DWI/I can make it if I try --Handsome Dick Manitoba The heady mix of sleep deprivation, speed and booze has given me an eagle-eye... More >>

  • Fear and Loathing

    published July 23, 1998

    One way I've discovered to subsidize my real writing and alcohol habit is porn writing. Smut for Dollars: cheap hack porn-vid toss-offs for... More >>

  • Heaven's Gate

    published June 18, 1998

    If there is a hill behind the sun, it ain't Heaven Hill. It ain't the brown-colored liquid that is sold at two bucks per half-pint in neighborhood... More >>

  • Mother's Little Girl

    published May 21, 1998

    There's a lovely little girl a few trailers down from me who has that guard up. That barrier of self-denial that is inevitably raised in kids when... More >>

  • Lipstick Traces

    published April 23, 1998

    Shirley MacLaine in Irma la Douce. Now there's a woman, the kind of gal I want: hips, lips, wit and sexual tension. And a whore. Shirley... More >>

  • Bar None

    published March 26, 1998

    The garish rock 'n' roll bar, painted an eyesore "rock dude" purple, is fittingly situated in the company of half-empty strip malls, failing... More >>

  • Lost in Spice

    published February 26, 1998

    The phone rings and I let it go. (That the thing still operates is shocking enough, considering I haven't opened a bill in months.) I sit some... More >>

  • Season's Gratings

    published January 15, 1998

    On the day before holy International Western Commerce Day (Xmas), I awoke with undigested La Tolteca burrito bits glued to my face and hair whilst... More >>

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