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Truckin' Zine

Monk’s Siberian Dream by
Brain dead. Deep into the sixth day of a foggy bender, I had forgotten the day of the week. Frisatursunday? I’d successfully lost time. The demoralizing result was that my conversational skills had dwindled down to a few muttering sentences…

The Rubber-less Traveler by
Breathless, confused, and sick to my stomach, I arrived at the British Airways gate and looked at the departure board. The flight was delayed for an hour. This is how I travel. I run to nowhere to fly to somewhere where I see little, do much, and find myself asking questions like, “Why do they sell condoms in airport bathrooms?” … More

It’s Not Like I’m Dishonest; Honest by May B. Yesno
I’m a private investigator. A damn good private investigator. I have a wife, a very expensive wife. She likes the good things in life. We’re matched. I like good things too…

Coming Home by B Kemp
Some of my former friends think that she is using me for my money. It doesn’t seem right to them that a man my age would “throw it all away,” leaving my career for a life of unpredictability and adventure. My old friends are naturally suspicious of younger women wanting to spend their money, rightfully so I suppose…

The Confetti of Life by
I read the love letters that my grandfather sent to his wife. I could see the tears in my grandmother’s eyes as she read them, touched them for one last link to him. I shed many a tear today, ones that no one saw, because I left the room before they fell…

.. ‘mkay, maybe it’s not half-bad after all. Have a look for yourself!

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