Herbert Walker Jackson may have sold his soul to the Devil so he could Boogie Woogie, but what does his ol’ lady think of that? A monologue by Suzanna, Herbert’s spurned lady.
Mr. Koon
This is a short story monologue sort of thing I wrote after watching a R. Crumb documentary and reading a little too much Hunter S. Thompson. It’s a voice unlike any I’ve used before or since, and it makes me laugh. It’s basically a long monologue, with a cantankerous narrator, but it has … Read more