The following is the first in a potential series of articles profiling depressing places and miserable locales. If you know of a particularly dispiriting hellhole or pit of despair
Listen, I get it. Life’s a drag. It’s a slog. Every day is a slow march through through a filthy, sweltering swamp with a 30 pound rucksack on your back and very little hope that C
by W. H Duryea & E.E. COLI
Dedicated to the victims of the Oakland warehouse fire, emergency responders, and Wallace Stevens.
My house is haunted; my life is haunted. I meet the same ghosts every day. I can’t avoid them, and I can’t exorcise them. They are stubborn and reliable creatures of habit, always
I am putting the finishing touches on this article at 5 pm EST on a Friday afternoon. It’s officially the weekend, and that can only mean one thing: a heightened risk of sudden
Ronnie Award Winner (January 2011)
“Have you seen the ghost of John?
Long white bones and the flesh all gone.
Wouldn’t it be chilly with no skin on?”
– “The Ghost of J