Marcel St. Pierre

So this guy’s eatin’ a sandwich in the lunch room, I ain’t never seen him before, but he’s just standing there, kind of all vacant in the eyeballs, chewin’, and pretty much just in the way of me gettin’ to the fridge. So I tries to get by and he’s all of a sudden givin’ … Read more

At the shaman’s behest, the entire village had relocated to the lip of a dormant volcano. This was the most popular request the shaman had ever made.  Truthfully, anything at this point would have made them happy, as they had grown weary of his prognostications. Poor crops? “Eat goat entrails,” he would say. Demonic possession? … Read more