Another One Bites the Dust
The Checkered Demon is on the Unsavory Case
© 2017 James LaFond
NOV/21/17
the gods of boxing
the greatest lie ever sold
the fighting edge
cracker-boy
advent america
solo boxing
orphan nation
into leviathan’s maw
your trojan whorse
logic of steel
by the wine dark sea
night city
winter of a fighting life
book of nightmares
honor among men
menthol rampage
hate
within leviathan’s craw
blue eyed daughter of zeus
the combat space
time & cosmos
dark, distant futures
predation
song of the secret gardener
the year the world took the z-pill
songs of aryas
sorcerer!
uncle satan
let the world fend for itself
under the god of things
fanatic
triumph
america the brutal
the greatest boxer
all-power-fighting
the sunset saga complete
fiction anthology one
beasts of aryas
masculine axis
when you're food
barbarism versus civilization
broken dance
the first boxers
on the overton railroad
the lesser angels of our nature
wife—
z-pill forever
taboo you
son of a lesser god
fate
logic of force
thriving in bad places
ranger?
sons of aryas
on combat
Hey Checks, too bad about Charlie. I occasionally enjoyed his show. I am happy as fuck you linked this Nina Simone video to this article. For a brief spell in the 1980s I drove for City Cab of San Francisco. A good friend and fellow driver there, Star Haze (RIP) picked up a black woman downtown who wanted a ride to Stockton, California. At the time it was a $225 dollar fare. The black woman was Nina Simone. He drove her to Stockton, a good hour and a half drive, and Nina directed him to a beauty parlor. She said she'd have to dash inside and get the fare money. Star waited about twenty minutes and then went inside, pretty much instantly noticing the back door to the alley. The saucer lips behind the counter said no one had entered the salon. It's an hour and a half to two hours each way. Nice lady. Star had been beat out of a half day's pay. He still had to pay for his gas and his daily "gates" of $67. Later in the week Star picked up two unarmed urban youth, which he probably wouldn't have done if Twatsy hadn't ripped him off to begin with, and they wanted a ride to Richmond, a $75 dollar fare. They found Star's cab by the trainyard, out on the tracks, in Richmond. Star had been shot multiple times in the face and anything of value was gone. So, fuck Nina Simone and the hoodrat executioners.