JT McDrew appears with a little person, both of them naked and oiled up to a shiny bronze.

I follow everyone's gaze to an elevated platform at the front of the room. JT McDrew appears with a little person, both of them naked and oiled up to a shiny bronze. JT takes a microphone from a stand. “That's some good fuckin, y'all. Y'all keep it up,” he exclaims.  The crowd cheers. “I know … Continue reading JT McDrew appears with a little person, both of them naked and oiled up to a shiny bronze.

There is no taboo in this room, and the sights, sounds, and smells of human indecency are both repulsive and alluring.

Outside of Bushnell someone gets a tire shot on me, and I have to put on the spare under a hail of crossfire. Fortunately, one of the other gunmen feels threatened by the poor aim of the first, so he opens fire on him. Feeling threatened, as anyone would, the original shooter returns fire. It … Continue reading There is no taboo in this room, and the sights, sounds, and smells of human indecency are both repulsive and alluring.

Among those in our profession, a deep reverence for Ragnarok is often observed.

Of all the ancient tribal tales of the end, none resonates as deeply as the Vikings’.  The Christian Revelation we write off as the secret code that enabled the early church to meet, the Mayan calendar we dismiss as cyclical.  But the Viking’s prophecy of Ragnarok?  That’s some serious shit that is really going to … Continue reading Among those in our profession, a deep reverence for Ragnarok is often observed.

I become aware that a woman next to me has been making eye contact. 

Like all insurance conventions, this one is well-stocked with booze and coffee.  I pull myself a tall cup of French roast and secret five airplane bottles of Bushmills into my inside breast pocket. The unofficial credo of insurance agents has always been Loose but Tight.  Crazy enough to enjoy the night, sane enough to calculate … Continue reading I become aware that a woman next to me has been making eye contact.