'Like a Dream'
Mescaline Franklin's American Journey
© 2017 James LaFond
AUG/2/17
My soul brother, the man that feels to me like the little brother I never had, because the one I had beat my ass in the ring, and when I go to retail stores people mistake me for Mescaline's father, recently completed his journey from Flushing, Queens, New York to Flagstaff Arizona and back again.
As he comes to town for training, I shall interrogate him, one state at a time, concerning his impressions of these segments of social decay called States.
To welcome him home, Big Ron and I beat him in the head with sticks for an hour this Wednesday morning, so I will endeavor to make up for his sudden inability to write nonfiction by interrogating him on his every visit.
The Awakening of a Paleface Ethnocist
the gods of boxing
triumph
sons of aryas
masculine axis
within leviathan’s craw
the lesser angels of our nature
fanatic
by the wine dark sea
time & cosmos
the first boxers
barbarism versus civilization
z-pill forever
menthol rampage
the combat space
honor among men
book of nightmares
your trojan whorse
the fighting edge
let the world fend for itself
songs of aryas
into leviathan’s maw
winter of a fighting life
predation
blue eyed daughter of zeus
the greatest boxer
ranger?
cracker-boy
under the god of things
logic of force
thriving in bad places
beasts of aryas
solo boxing
song of the secret gardener
advent america
sorcerer!
hate
orphan nation
the sunset saga complete
wife—
the greatest lie ever sold
son of a lesser god
on combat
fiction anthology one
when you're food
night city
fate
dark, distant futures
the year the world took the z-pill
on the overton railroad
all-power-fighting
broken dance
america the brutal
logic of steel
uncle satan
taboo you
I stopped near, I think, Flagstaff Arizona while driving across the country. There was a purple mountain. I SWEAR. The frigging rocks were purple. I stopped and looked around for a little. So amazing.