Truckin' November 2009, Vol. 8, Issue 11

We’ve been working exclusively on the apartment lately, which my friends can attest to since I haven’t been out Saturday nights in over a month, or is it two months now? The three stories I had penned previously are the entire results of a few afternoons off, of which there are very few at the moment, so I can’t promise any more stories before 2010 sets in. Hopefully I will have a study to write in about that time:)

Luckily there are some quite entertaining writers keeping the ship afloat, but first an introduction by :

The November Truckin’ marks the debut of George Tate who shared a chilling road tale. Since we’re on a road theme, Johnny Hughes penned a piece about his rough and tumble days as a gambler in Texas. It’s been a while since we had a story from Bobby Bracelet, and yes, this one involves a penis… his penis to be exact. Not to be outdone, Betty Underground returns with another one of her sultry tales. And I wrote a New York City story about friends I knew a decade ago.

Truckin’ needs help with promotion. The scribes write at Truckin’ for free and you’ll be doing me a huge favor by helping get them well-deserved publicity. Think grass roots. Tell your Facebook friends. Tweet your favorite story. Print up an entire issue and leave it in the bathroom at home or at work. You never know when you’re in need of reading material.


The Stoop by
I convinced him to meet me at shit hole in the East Village instead of stalking the hooker. He showed up to the bar totally rejected, like his heart had been ripped out of his chest and nailed to his forehead…

A Young Man and Road Gambling by
One time coming out of Mexico with my pals, we had the cash stashed for the 300 plus miles home. Smuggling rum brilliantly, we had the backseat floorboard covered in bottles of rum. It was brutally cold, and we had our coats over the rum. The guys in the back had their knees up real high, and we got caught…

Brain Storming by
One comment leads to another and like the winding road that brought him to that beach house, we are all over the mountain of topics that are just ‘life’. The non-specific, yet charmed, lives of two souls who have a lot of blanks to fill in and it seemed this time I was doing a lot of the filling-in…

Dick-Hole by
Chlamydia is sort of like the strep throat of the genito-urinary system. It’s killed by an antibiotic, but while it’s there it causes symptoms that really aren’t any worse than strep, just more embarrassing because of the area of the body…

The Ride by George Tate
While fueling he noticed a young long hair in a robe and sandals looking much like a scriptural disciple who had begun to walk across the I-10 bridge then down the east bound ramp towards Phoenix…

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