Hi I’ve written a new book of short stories titled Short Stories for the Long Haul. I made sure to use several genres including Humor, Sci-fi, Horror, as well as Fantasy and Crime fiction. It’s an eclectic collection of 10 short stories. In the review by Kevin Cannon on Reedsy he wrote,” So, ten stories that make up a fun collection and all have their own merits. Some are funny, some make you think and others allow you to lose yourself in the sheer banality of the situation. If you find one that doesn’t hit the spot then they’ll be another one along in a few minutes that will. This is the kind of collection that you can dip in and out of, or just read cover to cover. I’m sure there will be some that you’ll want to return to in due course.”

Hi I’m Agnes Finchberg formally Ace Lip of the punk band Jawbreaker. I’m a 5th degree black belt who knows how to party. I’m 97 years old but I don’t look a day over 91. I am currently a resident at the glorious Riverdale Crest retirement home. I’m sleeping at the moment but soon the orderly Funk McTavishbutt will rudely wake me up. I can hear him singing a Pearl Jam song poorly as he struts down the hall. Funk and his younger brother Skunk run the place, Skunk being the dumber of the two. He usually smells of piss and wad and trips himself a lot, a real winner folks.

“Wake up, Agnes! Did you piss yourself again?” asked Funk in the only tone he knows condescending. He’s 5’5” inches of dork and only got this job because his father owns the place. Quite frankly no one else would hire him.

“Hey, Funkfinger, you still wearing stink as a cologne?” I asked as bright and friendly as I could. Poor old Funk I just once would like to impale him and watch him bleed.