Alright peeps… here it is – renamed, rejiggered and ready to rock. Hopefully this will be the last revision for the time being, but writing being a serious addiction just like sex, drugs or Rock n’ Roll… you never can tell. No longer are Sigfreid & Roy in danger of their lives being taken by an Indian midget and a pair of rabid tigers, instead…
Read on to check out BLOOD ON THE STRIP
Continue reading Living dead at… what? Oh right! BLOOD ON THE STRIP!
Here’s the story I’ve been working on lately. It’s been rattling around in the ol’ hatstand for a good year, so when the opportunity for a few hours of writing time presented itself last week, I hammered out a first draft. This is the 3rd draft with (mostly) minor revisions. Hope you read it. Hope you like it.
And PLEASE! Leave comments. The writing is never going to expand and improve if I don’t get any feedback.
Without further ado… I give you THE LIVING DEAD AT SIGFREID & ROY…
At one point I had the idea of doing a series of vignettes centered on, as Julio would say, “all de girrrrllls I loff beeefour”.
Here’s the freshly revisited version of one of those lost episodes, wherein 
our protagonist has his memory, and his coffee, steam-ulated by a lovely barista.
My ol’ pal Scottdammit! had an interesting exchange regarding an autographed copy of the novel “Sock” by Penn Jillette of Penn & Teller fame…
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A young man came into his bookstore – a very nervous young gentleman, mind – and wanted to sell the aforementioned tome, due to a ‘bad connotation’…
Mr. Dammit! (As his 3rd grade teacher called him) gave me the following assignment
“What the fuck do you suppose that meant? Bad Connotation?”
Here is my answer in the form of the first draft of a short exchange between a couple of Las Vegas detectives and an uncomfortable bookstore clerk. Keep in mind that, if not familiar with the Penn Jillette novel, this will make little to no sense. If you are familiar with the story of a man and his sock monkey… it will make no sense whatsoever.
Got How? 