LSCSC Ch. 18 — Karina and the Dead ManKarina was sitting at her desk in the lobby of Smiley’s Funeral Home and Crematorium reading Frankenstein, when she heard the sound. It…1d ago81d ago8
LSCSC Ch. 17 — I Know You Need the Gas MoneySmiley watched the exchange between Hank and Brackignton intensely.3d ago13d ago1
LSCSC Ch.16 — Party at The End of The LaneAs he turned onto the long dead end lane, he could see in the distance, two figures in white suits standing by the blue Shelby…3d ago13d ago1
LSCSC Ch. 15 — Smiley and Mr. MojoJoe eased The Beast (a raging yellow Ford Granada with a giant smiley face on the hood) into a gravel spot on the side of the dead end…5d ago15d ago1
LSCSC Ch.14– 704 EmersonHe was already on the highway, driving into the setting sun, when Hank emerged from his brain vault. He found himself holding a lit…5d ago5d ago
LSCSC Ch. 13 — Ann HankThe other two message left on Hank’s answering machine under the yellow telephone were pretty standard. Stain removal. Decontamination…6d ago6d ago
Published inHuman PartsFinding What I Traveled the World for on my CouchLearning to commit6d ago32296d ago3229
LSCSC Ch.12 — Hank SinatraHank woke with a headache, despite not drinking any alcohol the night before, nor indulging in any peanuts. Three days had passed since…Jan 28Jan 28
LSCSC Ch. 11 —Ms. Smiley Davis sat in the driver’s seat of her beige Ford Pinto, in the parking lot of Mrs. Smiley’s funeral home and crematorium. Her…Jan 27Jan 27
Paul the Pale #2Paul the pale let his dented gray helmet fall to the dirt, crushing its wilted gray feather.Jan 25Jan 25
LSCSC Ch. 9 — The VaultHank pulled the orange Power Wagon around behind the Texas Inn to a barren field of dead grass and mole holes. The field Won Park promised…Jan 23Jan 23
Published inDoctor FunnyThings You Don’t Think About When Canoeing Alone From Cincinnati to LouisvilleToxic waste, river barges, gale force winds, bowel movements…Jan 231Jan 231
LSCSC Ch. 8 — Chevrolet SteakIt was late into the night before Hank was headed home. 1:25. The power wagon was groaning down the highway, considerably more laden than…Jan 22Jan 22
LSCSC Ch. 7 —Workin’ Man BluesFear spun Hank around like a top. He slung the hand off his shoulder and jumped away. In his Tyvec suit, face mask, and gloves he looked…Jan 21Jan 21
Paul, The Pale #1Streamers flew in the afternoon breeze. Lightning purple, for LeSage. Apple green for the Rainwood Foresters. Red for the Terramens of…Jan 21Jan 21