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HOCKEY rules!


Jerm, Ben and Max

Check out the band HOCKEY's website here

Check out the music here

The page plays random Hockey songs. When I checked it played the great song "BLAST". I clicked on my browser's refresh button to get a new song going.

Hockey is Ben and Jerm, who have also read chapters from two of my novels.

Ben reads Chapter 6 from I Saw Two Good Houses Over There NEXT TO Death.

Jerm reads Chapter 11 of TWO GOOD HOUSES and Chapter 17 of The Land of the Cheddar Monster Vivisectionists.

And
    All I Got
        Was This Lousy
                Case Of Larvae

The Cover

I just finished my novel, Say... ¿Aren't U A Monster?

and I'm starting a new one, And All I Got Was This Lousy Case Of Larvae

Here's the start of Chapter 1:

I always thought you had to be queer to see a ghost. I believed that and you couldn't move me off of it. I only wanted to see the one and true world, not the Holy Catholic Church or some transparent, anti-reality and terrible ghost. Only when I saw a ghost would I start believing in ghosts.

And, actually, I'd probably only believe that I believed that I was believing in having had seen a ghost.

I know two things: 1)There's no justice in the world; and 2)There's no such things as ghosts. Other kids may believe that you can serve up ghosts on a platter, along with a suspicious menu and blood-curdling nausea. But to me, Dylan Brown, that's jam without the jelly.

I just wanted to nip that in the Osama Bin Laden.

In case you're wondering, I live on Fear Street, the terror-filled street in the world. However, my life has somehow not been one mass burial of sawed-off body parts. Nope, my life has been free of the ghosts of Fear Street.

But ghosts have a way of fucking with history because they see things differently. That is, if there were such a caper-capturing conundrum as ghosts.

¿Why do I say that? You ask.

Because there is a decided pro-ghost contingent here on FeaStreetet. The sun will shine tomorrow and the sky will cooperate and not fall and the day will be beautiful. But, for those of us who think that the sky will fall, it is a somber and perplexing realization. It's like that time a gust of ghosts blew into town. Oh, ¿didn't I mention that?

Well, I think I'll tell you right after my dad stops being a stupid jackass and starts being a green version of the crucified Christ. I believe in rodents, I believe in reading books and I believe in watching TV. The rest you can set on fire. And what's left of that you can throw into the garden for compost.

Today, Fear Street was Spectator Street, everyone looking into everyone else's window. It was a perfect day if you believed in creepiness or in chasing tornados. But, then again, ¿who doesn't?

Max and Jennie

"Your dummy is pretty fucking rude"

Check out Max's multimedia project for my novel,

The Land of the Cheddar Monster Vivisectionists

from Say... ¿Aren't U A Monster?

-I'm not saying that, goddammit, I'm quesadilla'ing it -Evan contested, rapidly losing touch.

-The salamanders are here -Andy said, because she couldn't resist.

Evan ran out the door and two salamanders ran after him. This was Evan's big chance to join the Army. But the door was actually closed and Evan ran into it in a full gallop, the whole scene lasting only a second in human time.

The cover to my novel-in-progress,

Say... ¿Aren't U A Monster?

Max and Bobby Seale

more photos HERE

16

One day later, despite school, Kris was walking home with Cody. They were touching hands and cackling. The trees laughed at them as they passed by, moving branches to see the spectacle better. The boys clasped hands like reindeer and jumped in the air, falling to the pavement.

-I haven’t had so much fun since I urinated this morning -Kris was refunding the fun he had sold to Cody yesterday.

-Me too, except I was reading the encyclopedia this morning and trading on the stock market
-Cody said, pocketing the fun that Kris refunded into his long red robe.

-There’s like a zimbillion dentists in the encyclopedia. They’re right before dorks -Kris said-, but after television announcers. At least that’s the impression I get when I glance toward the Yellow Pages.

Cody hissed like Tim Roth in “Planet of the Apes”.

-¿Are you voting for Nader? ¿Is he running? ¿Or would you rather vote for ice cubes or puddles of water?

-Olive juice -Kris kept the refunds funning.

They cruised the calle. Just a couple of guys pissing on passing pie vendors. Another couple of guys wearing white uniforms were on the escalator, recounting their days as Contras when they would pin people down and plunk out their eyes like they were water buggers.

-Those Contras were nasty, little motherfuckers -Cody commented.

-They were teeming with nastiness -Kris sugared the truth.

-Speaking of nasty, little motherfuckers, ¿what are you going to do with Mr. Madero? -Cody asked.