The boy was fucking a box of fish sticks. He couldn’t have been more than seven or eight years old. His parents were standing next to him in the frozen foods section and paid him no attention. He had grabbed a box of “Mrs. Barnacle’s Old Sea Dog” brand fish sticks out of the freezer… More Geek City Apocalypso. [Chapter 1]
for everybody who bet the back line… We were at some breakfast joint on Hollywood boulevard. Everybody was smoking cigarettes. They all had tattoos, piercings, they all looked the same. It was a Sunday morning and the inside tables were full, so we sat at one of the metal tables on the sidewalk. Cars passed… More Geek City Apocalypso. [Introduction]
by Joe Pachinko People are crazy. They will do anything at any time, and God help you if you look for reasons. -Kurt Vonnegut 3: Life & Love Among the Crab Skulls The day that had begun so bright and full of promise but which ended stumbling over a used tampon near the dead and… More The Winos Have Pissed the 46th Avenue Trees to death.
by Joe Pachinko Borgnine and McGurgle were going through boxes of old seeds in the McJunkin Corporation warehouse and they were freezing. Their breath rose around their heads like smoke. The warehouse was filthy. 100 years of dust covered everything. McJunkin Corporation employees had put off cleaning it for so long it was now impossible.… More The Boneyard.
by Joe Pachinko Dreamclouds swimming across a forgotten sky…late afternoon throws a shadow down a cobblestone alley in the old quarter of the city…a skeleton jumps out…a predator drone flies over…a beautiful woman takes her clothes off… Security guards had been following me around the museum all morning. They pretended they were not following me.… More I am Disinterested Yellow.
“Don’t you drink? I notice you speak slightingly of the bottle. I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.” – Ernest Hemingway The Indonesian Government recently sentenced a 56 year old British woman to death by firing squad for smuggling cocaine. “In its verdict, a panel of Denpasar… More Up the Ass of the Drug War…..
by Joe Pachinko “So why do you take drugs?” “Oh man! Ain’t nothin’ feels better than that. In my life, around here ain’t nothin’ gonna make you FEEL like that. Ain’t nothin’ make you sicker than that neither.” The psychologists stood around the two ex-junkies on the ghetto street corner asking questions. The camera was… More The Squidgy Butt Parade.
by Joe Pachinko There may be love, but there IS no “Economy”. Relax America. Go back to sleep. Your leaders are in control. You’re free to do as we tell you. – Bill Hicks BUT, I ordered another drink anyway. It’s dark and cool inside Original Joe’s tonight. This is the last bar of its… More There is no economy.
di Joe Pachinko “What you in for man?” the Mexican kid asked me. He looked about 17 years old. “DUI, weed.” “They caught me with a fuckin’ BOMB ese’,” he said. “I had a fuckin’ molata man. I was gonna blow some motherfuckers UP ese’.” “A mulatta? What the fuck is that?” “No ese’, a… More 8 Days in the Corporate Yard.
by Joe Pachinko Blatz sat in his high backed chair in his corner office and farted. He tried to fart again with no success. He admired his desk. It was gloriously uncontaminated by paperwork. There was nothing on it but a computer, a phone, and a picture of his wife. He looked at the picture.… More The McJunkin Corporation.
This is not a book review. How could I make it? I’m one of the author’s friends and it could be read as a conflict of interests. I’m not Obama or part of the Bush’s clan, neither I’m a Clinton’s relative, nor a fucking lobbist, so I have to justify my personal position. A couple… More Geek City Apocalypso, the new book of Joe Pachinko.
[Traduco dall’inglese il post di ieri di Joe Pachinko] Molto é stato detto sullo scrittore Philip Kindred Dick; su come tenesse un vasetto di anfetamine sul suo tavolo da lavoro; su come fosse così povero da comprare carne equina in un negozio per animali per far mangiare la sua famiglia mentre sfornava centinaia di racconti… More Philip Kindred Dick.
Joe Pachinko is an American underground writer living at Camp Climax, just beyond Oakland. What can you say about contemporary literature in USA? I’d like to be able to say that in the last 50 years we’ve seen the rise of the “corporate slut” in literature and the arts but I think they’ve always been… More Interviewing Joe Pachinko.