Yup, another introduction. Extra points to those who know what a Shellback is - without Googling it. Living and thriving in the SF Bay Area with two wonderous kids, an insatiable curiosity, a bottle of Absinthe, a modest amount of ammunition, and a growing Italian Wine fetish. I write creative non-fiction (food, culture, & travel), personal essays, and short fiction (though I'm watering and feeding it to grow longer pieces of fiction).
Cheers.
Karl
Welcome to the Lit, Karl! As a huge fan of the city and vibe of San Fran, you are immediately awarded entry into my "Circle of Radness". Please note, this is an open circle and anybody who feels they are rad enough may apply. I also accept those who are "boss", "wicked" or the long form, "totally radical." Sadly, this circle is pretty empty as of this posting.
Shit, where was I...
Oh yeah...welcome!
@enough I did write a story once that had a unicorn of death at a retirement home and two old people going at it. I suppose that counts. That one is online at www. ThunderDomeMag.com and it's called Birthday Boy. But you have to like weird funny stuff or it's not for you. Besides that it's just me and the 'corns you know hanging out and shiz. We mostly just make fun of Randy's unrandy limp horn and talk about how great it'd be to be ridden by an angel that looked like Buff Jesus. That's about it.
Three 'corns. A literal trifecta of 'corn. There's Bob big black and proud, Randy of limp horn and and small chiseled pizzle and David a girl uni with a blushing pecan nestled sweetly below her magical anus. I mean where else would it be, right? But she gets upset if I leave that out. We are definitely in agreement over Buff Jesus. We knew we weren't the only ones molesting ourselves with Jehovah Witness Propaganda for visual aid.
