When our society moves past its current greed driven climate, Hunter S. Thompson will be marked as one of the most influential political writer of the 20th century. Hunter was known as a mad capped, chemically imbalanced genius. His image has been massacred by Ralph Stedman, and carbon copied by Dunesberry. His writing propelled Rolling Stone” to the mega magazine, it is today. A stanch opposer to the greed of man, Hunter is known for the venom of his anger. He wrote to become a monkey wretch in the cogs of a corrupt American system.
Hunter S. Thompson
ANF Challenge To You
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro!” ~Hunter S. Thompson
Do You Want To Be A Writer? Well, so do I.
While talent is inherent with the skill of writing, I have found readers are the best writers. I have also found, most of goals in life are accomplished through raw dedication. With both of these fact in mind, I present American NonFiction’s ” Challenge to you “. I promise, if you are bold enough to take our challenge, I will get you published. Or at least do everything in my power to get you published.
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Notebook Quotes
Words are a strange beast. As a writer, I wrestle with them. I am in a constant struggle with vowels and consonants. I grab them from the ether, fuse them into groups, and place them into structures, which slightly resemble English grammar. A note book is an essential tool for any wrestler of words. My note book is a treasure trove of these self forged notes, which often times never see the light of print. One note book leads to the next, as each page is marked with thick black ink smears of chicken scratch. Some of the notes became integrated with the stories I write and you read, but other notes never see the light of print. Here are a couple samples of notes with no story to attach, but too good to be thrown in the trash.
Private Dick: CSI
Coffee shops are a gathering place for the well to do public. Couples meet and singles mingle in a self-indulgent caffeine splendor. Coffee shops pop up on every street corner but, in the city, corners are not equally safe. Even on a sunlit coffee shop patio, Paul and Linda are not as safe as they seem. They look the picture of a classic American couple plastered on propaganda posters. Hand and hand, they grasp two cups of java joy and find an empty table. Their love of the coffee beans and major brand retailers bring them out to the mall square and all seem right with the world.
Dear Jane: Letters to Jane
Dear Jane,
I am the proud parent of a two daughters. I also have a friend “Noel” who I have known for 15 years. Lately, Noel has become a little too friendly toward our 18-year-old, “Bambi.” He gives Bambi money for doing nothing. The first time, he gave her $400 and told her not to tell my wife or me. Of course, our she told her parents anyway. We raise our girls right. When we confronted Noel, he said he felt sorry for Bambi and she was supposed to pay back the loan, so we let her to keep the money to buy clothes.
A few weeks after that, Noel gave Bambi $200 for locks of her long blond hair, so he could sell them over the Internets. Needless to say, her mother and I were very upset. But instead of confronting him again, we gave Noel the cold shoulder, and hoped he would get the message.
About a month later, he sneaked into our home and installed a satellite box in Bambi’s room. When we discovered the box, we asked Bambi where it came from, and she said Noel. The box had been rigged with free pay and pornography channels. We removed the box, gave it back to our ex-friend and ordered him never to come around our kids again. Do you think we did enough?
~Guarding in Glendale
Rethink Art
Artist are a
odd sort of bunch.
I once read
a poet must
takes weeks
to edit
a single poem,
or
he cannot call
himself a poet.
I ate that
lure, line, and leviathan.
But then
I found Bukowski,
And that
says it all,
folks.
The Reality of NOFX
NOFX throws their hat into the ring of Reality Television and we tell you what we think of “NOFX: Backstage Passport”
Independence in “08
I hung up my cell phone and took a moment to think about the previous conversation with my Editor. We spoke of her intention to make like a Baldwin and blow this pop stand named America. I’ve heard her sentiment many times over the past couple years. A majority of Americans are fed up with the greed and terror of our current society. They are sickened by America, where welfare corporations rape her reserves, where the new age nanny rapes her mind, and where men in power suits and oval seals rape her. However, it is easy to become enraged. The hard part is acting upon justified rage in a constructive way. Here we hit upon the best thing about independent publishing, When I get to tell you fun, anti-conglomerate ideas, like shut off your television, join your community, and support local business.
Knitting Factory was The Gas
Tuesday nights in the tinsel town glitter is a apocalyptic void of human life. Bartenders fear Tuesday night with its lack of positive cash flow and turn their drink making skills upon themselves. The rare patron has no neon bracelet and sips cola from a self conscious straw. So why come out to an empty bar, on an empty night? Music is the only acceptable answer, and “Tommy Peacock and The Gas” were about to take the Knitting Factory stage under their new title “The Gas”
I walked into the Knitting Factory and the handful of patrons and employees could see the lack of audience. Yet no one appeared to tell The Gas as they opened their set with the vigor of a full scale riot. Tommy Peacock fronts the newly titled band, and is reminiscent of Sid Vicious and Iggy Pop wrapped up and rolled into a wuzzel of kinetic energy. Eric “Hooligan” Hallinan breaks more drum sticks than people in attendance in a quest to push the beat faster, and Kyle”B. Cool” Barton battles against his band mates to keep a smooth bass line. The result is a super tight 30 minute set which blows away 10 people.
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