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…1d ago1d ago
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…2d ago2d ago
Paul the PalePaul the pale let his dented gray helmet fall to the dirt, crushing its wilted gray feather.4d ago4d ago
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…6d ago6d ago
Published inDoctor FunnyThings You Don’t Think About When Canoeing Alone From Cincinnati to LouisvilleToxic waste, river barges, gale force winds, bowel movements…6d ago16d ago1
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
The Oak of OakmontStreamers flew in the afternoon breeze. Lightning purple, for LeSage. Apple green for the Rainwood Foresters. Red for the Terramens of…Jan 21Jan 21