May 2010
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Casey Jones and The Fifteen Foot Fascism (Comic...
Click on the first page to look through the nine pages of “Casey Jones and The Fifteen Foot Fascism” Issue One
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Casey Jones and The Bunch of Dead, Tranny Hookers...
CASEY JONES AND THE THING THAT IS NOT A BERUVIAN MIRROR DEMON
I snatch up the compacts and drop them in the purse.
“I told you to stay on the ground!”
I can feel Big Mama’s meaty fist rising to punch me in the back of the head, but I know what stops her. She sees a free-floating apparition of a man, translucent and blue, with a cloud of smoke for legs,...
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CASEY JONES AND THE LAST THING YOU WOULD WANT TO DO WITH YOUR TIME
The air outside the Claim Jumper is just how I remember, and described, it earlier. Pay attention. As I contemplate my fake story that I’ve decided to assume is true beyond all logic, I hear the familiar sound of a conversion van puttering down the nearly empty street. It is then followed by the familiar sight of...
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CASEY JONES AND THE DUMPSTER FULL OF DEAD HOOKERS AND THE DINER FULL OF WEREWOLVES
As my eyes open and the fog that is my sight begins to clear, I smack my lips to try to get rid of that familiar copper taste in my mouth. Yep, I’ve been chloroformed. Which is unnecessary because once I’m asleep, you could dump my body in British Columbia and I wouldn’t wake up on the way there. Judging...
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CASEY JONES AND THE BLACK CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON
When you have as many of them as I do, it can be very difficult to define the phrase ‘bad day,’ but let me give it a shot. A bad day starts when you fall asleep during a stake out in West Los Angeles by the 405 and wake up in a dumpster full of dead hookers in West Hollywood at three thirty in the ante...