From the Bookshelf of Apocalypse Whenever…

“Somehow it seemed nobler to die naked like a savage than with a terry cloth towel around my waist.”

“Somehow it seemed nobler to die naked like a savage than with a terry cloth towel around my waist.”

“I see a tongue! Some asshole is licking my peephole.”

“My quasi-nightmare dream had come true. ZOMBIES were afoot.”

“If you, the reader, really, REALLY, want to know what was going on in Little Turtle, go feed your dog or your neighbor’s dog some chili, slathered in hot sauce and maybe throw in some chocolate cake. Okay wait for it, WAIT. Now about a half hour later, your dog’s innards are pretty much going to rupture, so make sure he’s outside. Now while this steaming pile of shit is still warm and fetid, place it in a plastic shopping bag—DON’T TIE IT UP! Now place the carrying handles one on each ear and inhale deeply. You must walk around with this bag draped across your face continually. Is this starting to punch through? Now, every time the dog crap begins to harden up and lose some of its edge, go grab yourself another refreshing pile of fresh dog offal. While you are breathing deeply of this savory concoction, try to eat some enchiladas or maybe some lasagna. Oh hell, just try to sleep with that thing affixed to your face.”

“It looked like we had gone through a car wash designed by Stephen King.”