Journeys Down the River Booze

A Dog of Panic by Ray Macula Upon the day, a Dog of Panic Crossed my way. A bearer of Havoc he was, He did say. And with him first the Blight did come, To rot out the teeth of everyone. Second, came on quite the affliction, Which could not be treated with the strongest…

Death in the Valley of the Ants by Ray Macula There is a valley of rock and sand, Arid and dusty is this land. From towers of dirt do they emanate, For the Royal’s Command do they emigrate. Their name is ‘Legion’ for they are many, Of one mind from worker to sentry. In the…

I Am Azrael, Bringer of Doom by Ray Macula By the Holy Imam I am called, “Azrael.” A servant of humanity of the Highest Order, For the broken and worn down I finalize their slaughter. I am the friend of the new, For I keep the world vibrant and healthy for you. I have nothing…

Firstly, I should like to thank all coalition forces that have gone off to ‘see the elephant’ as it were, for putting themselves in the line of fire, so that I could enjoy civilian life. Truly, dying thousands of miles away in a foreign land for countrymen who may not even appreciate it is to…

This latest piece of correspondence is not being written on the shores of the Booze River, but to an allied outpost in the Arctic wasteland of Jersey City, NJ, although at this point, the residence of my own computer is more Arctic than my current foothold. Our latest journey into the vaulted halls of boozedom…

Generally, we here along the River Booze like to keep things fun(ny) and light hearted. Sure we vote, “early and often”, as was advised by a certain political analyst in Chicago, but rather than fill endless globulins of bandwidth beating you folks over the head with our position, we prefer to humor you with the…

My birthday holds little significance to most human beings other than myself, namely because it is my birthday. However, it will always have a special significance to a few of those hearty souls in the rancid State of New York, who enjoy the opening day of deer season the same day. Do not confuse yourself;…

We headed out for New Jersey around seven or seven thirty at night. I had been home from the crap factory I called college for a couple of hours. I had my shiny new ticket I purchased on-line from ticket-master all ready to go. It had been relatively smooth sailing for what was maybe an…