The Weird Old Guy
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Lifelong resident of the twilight zone.
Former owner and author of The House of Stuff web blog.
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The Oak Tree To Somewhere Else
I was cruising just outside of Livermore when I spotted a bright neon sign. It was shaped like a giant cowboy boot and its bright letters it proclaimed the magic word … “Open”. Strangely enough, I’d passed by here before and never noticed the rundown building holding up the sign, but it did appear to be a bar. I was thirsty and this looked like the kind of place that might attract the type of person I was looking for. My goal was to meet up with someone I could pump for a few ghostly tales of the California wine county that I could use on my blog.
By The Weird Old Guy5 years ago in Horror
Nummy Calvin
You’ve seen me around town, you just pretend not to. I’m the guy crawling out of the dumpster behind downtown restaurants to ask for a handout. The guy who smells like he pissed himself and always seems to have snot running out of his nose. I hear your kids when they insult me, the name they call me … Nummy Calvin. I don’t know why they call me that, it’s not even my name. But I don’t care, I have more important things on my mind than fighting with a bunch of punks. I have to get my revenge on the bitch who did this to me.
By The Weird Old Guy5 years ago in Horror
