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“LIE STEEL!” by John McNeeley
It had been close to two years since my last dental cleaning. I had been in LA for a year now with no real job to speak of and no health insurance. I was living in an apartment on Willoughby, right at...
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“Who’s Daphne?” by John McNeeley
“She was a black star” Hatman said “Who was?” asked Pale “Daphne” “Who’s Daphne?” “She’s a black star, man!” “Black star? In what way?” Hatman looked at Pale as if he should’ve been able to read minds...
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The Apartment by John McNeeley
There were five of them in there, not all the time but most of the time. Four of them were stoic but one of them was always coming and going. It was winter outside, always white, with the window iced...
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The Last Of The Rock Stars by John McNeeley
My friends and colleagues ask me how I landed the exclusive one on one interview of a lifetime. Did I score him the best coke he’s ever snorted? I don’t have a dealer, I don’t score coke. I did not...
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The Man Who Could Care Less by John McNeeley
Fuck those people Bucky thought to himself. It was 1995 and he hated Bill Clinton. He hated George Bush the previous president too. Bucky despised all politicians and most people in general. He loved...
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Fateopia by John McNeeley
“FREE SAMPLE! FREE SAMPLE!” the Japanese woman yelled while hoisting a plastic fork in the air, spiked with Orange Chicken from the take-out window of Grill X. Faxon was a sucker for their Orange...
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