"When ya gonna post again Flynn, huh, huh??"
What, a brotha can't sit around at work in his underpants, sippin Irish flavored coffee while reading comics without some chump buggin about a post? Yes I know it's the new year and I haven't written anything, yes I know that the people are awaiting my magical soothing words of blissful madness on the general populous, yes YES!! I know this, but goddamn I just got back from a ten day vacation at The Pub and I need to re-adjust, and it's not an easy thing....But sitting in my underpants helps, so does this Irish flavored coffee, man, mmmmm, hmmmmm.
Now, as for updates: Issue 6 of NFT is on the streets of Denver and hot shit on a dog in heat if it hasn't been received well, people are beating each other with wet sacks full of rotten fruit for a copy. I saw a guy punch out his girlfriend because she took the last one in The Pub the other night, after she regained consciousness she kicked him in his junk, took the issue, and ran off into the streets screaming something about being a "Needle slut".
It makes me all warm and fuzzy to think about it...No, that's the drink...Anyway, we're all happy with the results and rumor has it that some paper ran by tyrannical crackheads and selfish booze hounds want to do some write up on me and the rag.
Well, I say it's on bitches! Bring it! I'm ready for action and satisfaction! I got a list of gripes and demands, I'm ready to party! Speaking of which I need more coffee with Irish motivational skills.....
So, 2005, a strange year NFT had just gotten started and we ran for a good 5 issues (within 5 months might I add) before I began to go fully insane. But it was still a pretty decent run. Strangeness ensued, punches were thrown, booze was bought, spilled and downed and brought back up again. 5 months of newsprint styled debauchery, then came the quiet time, the time of reflection and self examination (yes, we ran out of money for booze, of course it's obvious).
For another 5 months we took time off to figure out where we were at and where we were going. I felt that we'd ran our gamut with what we were doing and it was time to move on, but to what? To where? And how? I had to reevaluate this whole scene man, get to the root of it, dig the perils and the pleasures...So I went to The Pub.
After several drinks and weeks of it, I'd decided to make a strong comeback. New format, new content, new attitude. And now here we are. Needles For Teeth: the Literary Journal. HAH! Yes, that'll put the fuckers in their place. So now, two months after making that decision, the All Girl Issue was released and we are no in the pre-production process of the first issue of the journal. So for those of you who live in Denver and you know where to find and issue great, for those of you who don't live in Denver, get in touch with me and we'll work something out if you want an issue, I don't charge much, just some booze and a couple of virgin girls to carry it, plump ones, they hold a lot of blood and I need it to stay youthful. Can you dig it? Good.
Oh snap! I gotta put my pants on, it's almost time to get out of this slave den and go to The Bar, not The Pub per se, this is another joint, I go there sometimes when I need to get away from it all, and they don't know me there, not really.
Anyway, more tomorrow, I sort of promise. Yeah, that's it, yeah.
