JASON GOES TO HELL: PART II
The wound in my stomach had (mostly) stopped bleeding, so there seemed to be no reason I couldn’t dig a drainage field or break up some concrete.
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JASON GOES TO HELL: PART I
This was by no means the beginning of my troubles; within the recent past I had experienced unemployment, staples hammered into my flesh, and vomiting on myself in a ditch at night during a torrential rainstorm.
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I’M (ACTUALLY NOT VERY) ALL RIGHT, JACK
We “went together” and “broke up” a few times over the course of our high school years, each separation or reunion more dramatic than the last, alternately cherishing and punishing each other like passionate, petulant, self-involved teenagers. Which, of course, is exactly what we were.
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GOIN’ TO CALIFORNIA: PART II
“Have you heard about the COLOSSUS?” we demanded, pupils dilated.
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GOIN’ TO CALIFORNIA: PART I
Our blue and white VW Bus was a tinderbox of potential emotional and physical violence.
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THE DAY THAT FLASH GORDON OPENED
However, in response to my triumphant brandishing of the Lawry’s Seasoned Salt container, he merely shook his head sadly and walked away.
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THE FIXX (AND HOW TO GET IT): PART III
“Yes, a chaperone can give you the extra strength to dominate completely over the sexual desires in your bodies when you are together.” - Watchtower magazine, 11/1/81
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THE FIXX (AND HOW TO GET IT): PART II
“In their music, popular groups are putting across fornication and drugs as a way of life... What possible meeting of the minds can there be between true Christians and the attitudes manifested in such lyrics and philosophy?” - Watchtower magazine, 1/15/83
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