Approaching an entire year of playing the rice card.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The Nam Diaries

"I was going to the worst place in the world and I didn't even know it yet. It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz's memory any more than being back in Saigon was an accident. There is no way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story really is a confession, then so is mine." 
                                                     - Captain Benjamin L. Willard

Readers might remember Eric Karg from "A Milwaukee Mugging" which first appeared in SHP #2.  In that story, Karg tells us about the incident where he was mugged at gunpoint during a drug transaction gone wrong in Milwaukee and the subsequent shame of his "winter penis parade".  A seemingly endless fountain of stories (he sang for 7 seconds once), Karg is back with tales of his journey into the Heart of Darkness.


It begins in Bac Ha, located in the Northwestern highlands of Vietnam about 250 klicks outside Hanoi.  Enjoy the first installment of The Nam Diaries as Karg shares the journal of his travels throughout my homeland.  His only companions are his conscience, a liver saturated with years of searching and a bartender from Madison, Wisconsin.  Karg treats us to an intimate account of his thoughts and experiences as he traverses Vietnam like a snail crawling along the edge of a straight razor.  Hit the jump now soldier.  It matters not if you're a short-timer or an FNG.  It's time to set those widow-makers to rock and roll, we just entered the shit.






Wednesday, September 1, 2010

You better finish your parakeet before your rat gets cold.

Welcome back!  I'm glad to see so many fans of Sleeping Horse Pills have found a way to witness firsthand this bold experiment.  As much work as it was to physically produce a single issue of the zine, it pales in comparison to learning the ins and outs of getting it online.  Somehow, crouching in front of a single 30 watt space heater that's spreading the rubber cement fumes around more than it's heating the frozen fingers clutching a frigid x-acto knife in one hand and a Lonestar in the other, was much easier than trying to learn html and all the shit it takes to make this thing halfway decent without spending any more than we did (or didn't) at Kinkos to print this rag.



I will bravely move forward and hopefully win this war, even after losing every battle.  So, to find out what the title of this post is referring to and what the crazy woman staring out the window in the picture below is really thinking, hit the jump and continue reading! 

"Why did you throw my issue of Sleeping Horse Pills out the window?"  "Shut up and eat your din din Blanche."