November 2007, Vol. 6, Issue 11

The November issue of Truckin is out and, to my big surprise, I am featured with an intemperate, boring bedside tale of head spinning. Seriously. I thought Pauly had forgotten about it, so I forgot to cancel it. It’s a damn shame, because now it’s too late. My career’s ruined. My parents are disowning me. My followers are committing mass suicide as we speak by choking on monstrous bacon burgers with cheese… Anyway, here’s what writes:

Welcome to the November issue Truckin’ which contain 60% Key West themed short stories. I lead off the issue with another Key West installment of Existentialist Conversations with Strippers. AlCantHang is in the lineup this month with his own soused tale of debauchery during our sojourn to Key West. And don’t forget to read Change100’s piece where she described a wild night at one of the Key West strip clubs. Everyone’s favorite Norwegian writer, Sigge S. Amdal, is back with another stellar submission and Sean A. Donahue returns with a tender piece about family and distance.

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Existentialist Conversations with Strippers: The Afternoon Shift by
The club was just the type of seedy place where you might find William Kennedy Smith or any other soused heirs to the Kennedy name, knocking back cheap scotch at 3 pm while aggressively fondling the sketchy girls with visible c-section scars and multiple fresh bruises all over their cracked-out bodies….

Lonesome Cowboy Bill by
My comfort zone is a dive rock club where I can chain smoke, power drink, and have my head assaulted with decibels equivalent to a jumbo jet taking off. The next step down the ladder would be the pubs and bars the exist for sole purpose of its patrons getting blitzed on various hardcore drinks. Then comes the sports bars, strip clubs, snooty yuppie bars, and hotel watering holes. Near the very bottom would generally be any place that plays country music…

Seven Minutes with Olga by
Olga led me all the way to the back and sat me down. She took her top off and grabbed my hands, placing them on her very soft, very real breasts…

The Sleep Deprived Memoirs of I by Sigg3
I might as well go to sleep, I thought. And I thought about sleeping forever, the eternal sleep, and how it could feel – was it cold or was it cozy – had it not been for facts contesting life after death in terms of subjectively sensory experience…

Their Father’s Love by
Tying to explain the differences and the complaints of a failed marriage is too complicated for a four-year old to understand. I think I heard the phrase, “But why daddy?” more than I ever thought I could. But it wasn’t my kids’ fault…

If you loved one, two or all of these stories, why don’t you forward the address of Truckin’ Zine to your friends and family? The url is simply:
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This was my 21st text to be published on the Truckin’ site since 2003, and if you didn’t like this one, you can find all my truckin’ submissions in the Archives.

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