The Radical Ricky Rodriguez
Man was meant to soar. Whether going down the highway at 100 MPH on a hog or flying through the sky in an F15, man was meant to soar. So I ran. Up in…
Cyber Punk: Disc 3
III. Stepping outside, I saw that the whole complex was suffering from the outage. Everything was half-shadowed, the only light source being the…
Cyber Punk: Disc 2
II. “Aren’t you the little cutie patootie?” Reading that, I half wanted to kill myself. Two months later and I was back in the same place I was…
Cyber Punk: Disc 1
I. Burning into my retinas were the bright whites of the curved CRT monitor. Curtains closed, I tried to focus on the conversation. “i don’t know,…
The Mask on the Mantel
Stale peanuts, cable television, and cheap beer. If you were interested in an experience with mediocrity, Murphy’s had it all. “Can you believe…
Blues of the Badge
It was a long day. I’m not talking a long day at the office, taking shit from some poindexter in polyester. No; I’m talking about a 10-55, two 488s,…
