The kids at work call it his uniform. His wife calls it his shmatte, a private joke that still makes them both smile…his good Catholic girl tossing Yiddish in his face just to get a rise out of him. Either way, it’s what he knows and what he feels comfortable in ( Read more... )

Do I want pets? Hell no, you kidding me? Look at me, I’m undead! If I were still human, I’d be worried about leaving behind an orphan…I’m ninety, after all, a mortal my age would be running on borrowed time. I’m not human, though, so I’d be afraid of outliving the poor thing ( Read more... )

Preface to Undead And Loving It: The Life And Times Of Artie Jackson, published posthumously on October 8th, one year after his passing…

INTRODUCTION

( Dearest Reader... )

Hey, all! Remember me? I'm the chick that writes about this ornery old vampire...yeah, that's it. Now you remember. :P ( Read more... )

[I really wish Plato made antacids...]

The past is never dead. It's not even past.Immortality is a funny thing when you think about it. It strips you of a lot of humanity, no matter how you come by it. Obviously, if you’re undead it’s pretty clear how, but in the long run it’s not so much a racial issue ( Read more... )

If I could be any made up fella, I’d be Pecos Bill. First read the story when I was six…or rather, Mamma read it to me…wanted to be a tornado-riding cowboy when I was ten, and if I had the choice now? I’d still want to sling a rattler around instead of a lasso. After all, we’re talking fictional here, and my only other choices in this little ( Read more... )

“Arthur?”

“Yes, Angel?”

“How many years will I get if I hex this bastard at the TimesArtie blinked, looking up from his morning paper with a raised eyebrow. “Come again ( Read more... )

I’m ninety years old, and lemme tell ya? I’ve done plenty of truly stupid stuff drunk, my friend. My death was the end of an era, however, so for the last forty five years I really haven’t had an excuse. Sure, I’ve gotten a little tipsy off donations (booze can affect me if I ingest it while feeding on someone outright), but nothing to write home ( Read more... )

Excerpt from the second draft of UNDEAD AND LOVING IT: THE ARTHUR JACKSON STORY, page 57…...seen stranger things done with a boll weevil ( Read more... )