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During the 1990s I was a bouncer in various hard rock/heavy metal clubs in New York City's Lower East Side and Alphabet City.  In 1995 I met a man named Bob Falk through a mutual friend, Lynn Novak, who was a bartender at the clubs I worked. 

Bob was an editor at the New York Hangover, a NYC based newspaper printed out of the Lower East Side.  Lynn told Bob I was a writer and Bob asked to see some of my work.  Until then I had only made a few sales to some small press publications, most notably the Nocturnal Lyric.  Within a year of meeting Bob Falk I was a featured monthly fiction writer for the New York Hangover and my childhood friend and surrogate brother, Dennis Waldron, was the artist for my yarns.  For the next five years Dennis and I gained a sizable following among the paper's fan base. 

After several personal trials and one apartment fire later here I am again - almost twenty years later - ready to leap back onto the keyboard fingers first, so to speak. 

I hope you enjoy these yarns of fantastic fiction and otherworldly oddness as I re-examine my old stories and re-edit them for Two-Gun Pixie. 

Dead Eye's Lover

The New York Hangover, Vol 3, No. 2, Issue XXIV, August 1997

Was, I believe, the third issue to feature one of my short stories.

This issue also marks the first time my brother Dennis supplied the art for.  It is the only piece he did for me in pencil. 

The idea for this story came to me one night as I was watching an action movie and realized that not only is this scene in every action movie but it is never told from a certain point of view. 

The next day I typed this up and sent it out to Bob Falk at the NY Hangover and he loved the originality of the perspective. 

Click on the cover to read Dead Eye's Lover. 

I hope you enjoy this short tale of twisted objectivity, bloody passion, and urban violence. 

Regis Aeterni Magni

The New York Hangover, 3rd Anniversary Issue, July 1998 was a BIG issue for the staff and fans and I was so happy that editors Bob Falk and Paula Pulvino wanted me to be a part of it.  They enjoyed my gritty urban tales and Bob asked me for something inner-city people would recognize.  Of course the first thing I though of was roaches and our eternal battle with them.  After a night of drinking and thinking about the images dancing through my mind I turned on my Brother Word Processor and banged this out.

After showing the yarn to Dennis he laughed and said he knew exactly how to draw this.  By the end of the week Bob and Paula were given our work and they loved it.  Bob knew people who did exactly this!  You know, I still have people come up to me and tell me either they did this themselves or they know someone who did do this. 

Click on the cover to read the tale.

When my editors asked me if I could contribute a yarn for the upcoming New Years issue in January 1999 I had an idea of what I wanted to do.

For about 12 years I was a practicing pagan.  I followed the Wittan path, a pagan (Wiccan) belief from my Celtic roots.  I wanted to give the New York Hangover a taste of paganism for the New Year but I wasn't sure how to approach the tale.  That weekend my D&D group gathered for another exciting adventure.  By the end of the game I had this image in my mind of knights and swords and armor.  That stayed me as I later toyed with my approach for the story my editors wanted. 

Slowly the yarn came together.  A knightly twist on the old Celtic Oak King and Holly King myth of the changing seasons formed as my fingers came to life at my old Brother Word Proccessor. 

I hope you enjoy this update and re-edit of my classic tale of the changing of the year. 

TIME MARCHES ON

TO END IT ALL

I wrote the seed for what became this yarn several years earlier but could never get either the outcome or the build-up/flow to get there even if I was able to flesh out the climax.  Thus it sat in my file collecting dust. 

 

Fast-foreword to the spring of ‘98.  While writing for the New York Hangover I was informed that the April issue was to be dedicated to the theme of Horror.  Excellent but the tales I had been working on, although perfect for this theme, were far from being completed.  Going through my older stuff I came across my miserable attempt called, The End, and sat down to correct it and finish it.  Still nothing. 

 

While having drinks after work one night with Bob Falk he asked what I was working on for the April issue.  I told him what I was attempting and the problems I was having.  After several more beersand shots he said something to me that made me rethink this story's plot and ending that I had not thought about... 

 

I thought the tale was going one way but it went another.

Click on the cover to read To End It All

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