
PREVIOUSLY:
- The Department of Regulated Industries vs. Everything good and decent in the world. Plus: how Jill overcame a phobia (hint: it was by passing out.)
- In which Jill gets in trouble with a temporary staffing service. PLUS: Chico gets hired. ALSO: Paintings of the walking dead.
- A Season of Baby Ashley
- Terminal Fatigue
- Sexxxy
- Andee is a Genius
- The Midwest Food Expo, Part 1
- The Midwest Food Expo, Part 2
- The Long Happy Life of Mr. Fantasma, Part 1
- The Long Happy Life of Mr. Fantasma, Part 2
Chico and I jumped out of the Truth Truck’s rear gate. I immediately tried to blend in with the abortion protesters. In a high-pitched girl voice, I shouted, “KEEP YOUR ROSARIES OFF MY OVARIES!” But a woman in a Ralph Nader t-shirt pummeled me with a sign that said “SIX BILLION MIRACLES IS ENOUGH.” Violence usually hurts, but these were a bunch of lefties with Garrison Keillor t-shirts and bony upper arms. If Andee hadn’t been there, I would have come away totally uninjured. But suddenly, there she was, working my head and chest with quick jabs and uppercuts. Chico grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me away from her.
“Let’s run!” he said. “Andee, are you going to my art opening tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there,” said Andee, chucking a rock at my head. Stars exploded. When my vision cleared, I was looking up at a policeman.
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