Latex Chax Check

No boom. No penultimate battle. Just a hangover on Sunday morning and an inbox stuffed with NSF notifications from JP Morgan.Continue Reading

Vexton

Sacrilege was served hot. Soup—thick with hominy, dried chilis, and joy—bubbled beside the manifesto. Someone brought ketchup. Someone said “meh.” And suddenly, the poopie face hour was in session.Continue Reading