Bobby Parker’s Comments

I take my sadness, bash it with imagination and tickle it with anxiety. I am inspired by art, music, the supernatural, classic horror films, graphic novels (especially Harvey Pekar’s American Splendor), and pretty much anything bizarre, weird, out of the ordinary. Yesterday I thought I saw a ghost outside my window but it was just one of the local nutters begging for tin foil. His name is Kinky Nettles and he used to be my assistant before the porno incident.

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 30 | Fall 2010