Tag Archives: first-person satire

First class beef

Posted by Karl on November 23, 2009 0 comments

The pleasure of first class flights, and first class cows. Yes, cows can fly too.

Call me Jack

Posted by Karl on November 9, 2009 8 comments

Remember that part in The Shining, when Jack Nicholson breaks an axe through the bathroom door to better communicate with his screaming, cowering wife? “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in; not by the hair on your chinny chin chin?” Well, I get like that when I don’t sleep for 40 hours. It takes [...]

When in China

Posted by Karl on October 26, 2009 6 comments

When in Rome, do the Romans. Or something. You won’t find many brothels in China; love for money is a legal no-no. But no worries, you won’t need to. I expected to land on a dirt runway, live with farmers and frolic through rice fields. For some reason *cough* Hollywood*cough* I couldn’t help but associate [...]

Desert toes

Posted by Karl on September 28, 2009 2 comments

In Cairo, there’s an overcrowded area called Khan el Khalil. There I was, wet, smelly and limping on what may have been a broken toe; just like me to have a flashback.

Chinese dumplings

Posted by Karl on September 14, 2009 11 comments

Imagine a world where your pleasure is of singular importance, where everyone eagerly caters to your every whim and defines the quality of their very existence through your level of comfort.

Manic Manicure

Posted by Karl on July 27, 2009 1 comment

I’ve been living under a rock; there’s an entire world of socialites who operate above the beer and bar system.

Dirty Diana

Posted by Karl on June 29, 2009 7 comments

In my early teens I was taught to handle a few weapons. This had no direct relation to the war, it’s only customary here that boys learn how to hunt at some point, and that usually evolves into a love for guns and things that go boom. My favorite gun didn’t go boom though, it [...]