By Jeremy Robert Johnson
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Contributor note: creation via Stephen Graham Jones
Publish 12 months note: First released February tenth 2005 through Eraserhead Press
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"A excellent author. heavily notable brief stories--and i like brief tales. just like the better of Tobias Wolff. whereas I learn them, they made time stand nonetheless. That's great."--CHUCK PALAHNIUK, writer of struggle Club
Meth-heads, man-made monsters, and murderous Neo-Nazis. Blissed out membership little ones death on the velocity of sound. The un-dead and the very soon-to-be-dead. They're all the following, attempting to claw their means free.
From the radioactive streets of a war-scarred destiny, the place the nuclear bombs became self-aware, to the fallow fields of Nebraska the place the children are mainlining lightning insects, it is a global either alien and very human. it is a position the place self-discovery consists of scalpels and horse tranquilizers; the place the medical professionals are extra doped-up than the sufferers; the place obsessive-compulsive acid-freaks have unlocked the gateway to God and can't shut the door.
This isn't a secure position. you could flip again now, otherwise you can head instantly into the guts of...
the ANGEL dirt APOCALYPSE
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You been keeping up with the news," Shirillo said. "But I prefer to think of them as nervous collapses; it's not a physical thing but a psychological one. Everyone clucks about it for a few days; all the upstanding white citizens rush out and buy a lot of guns they don't know how to use; in a month it's forgotten, and nothing's changed. Nothing at all. If you're not black or Spanish, you've got to be shit-poor to live in the Hill section. And that's why we were there. My father tried to keep ends together with a shoe-repair store, and did, too, until he kicked off at fifty-six from too much damn work.
His own reaction to failure was different from Shirillo's; his resourcefulness was increased, his determination magnified. He said, "I've noticed branch roads leading from this main track. " Shirillo nodded quickly. "I saw them too. " "I didn't pretend to mean we'd get all that far on one of them," Tucker said patiently. He didn't like this dawning note of pessimism in the kid, but he didn't comment on it. The best way to bring Shirillo around was to be calm, lead him by example. " "I don't like it," Shirillo said.
32-caliber pistol in a chamois shoulder holster, as did Tucker. Unlike Tucker, however, he kept touching it, like a savage with his talisman. With damp fingertips he traced the Crosshatch pattern on the solid butt, lifting the whole weapon slightly out of the holster, testing the way it fit, looking for potential snags- though he had worn this same piece for years and knew that it wouldn't snag, ever. Though Bachman had only the one gun, Tucker held an additional shotgun with only seven inches of barrel; both chambers were loaded, and six spare cartridges were distributed in his jacket pockets.
Angel Dust Apocalypse by Jeremy Robert Johnson