Category Archives: John Rocco

by John Rocco After the $30 lap dance the nineteen-year-old stripper Kali told me that the world was going to end soon next year two years the latest and this was only her second night working at the club. After … Continue reading →

by John Rocco It’s late: after 3 AM New York blasted on snow all night long covering everybody everything streets cars bars houses buses buildings and the women I know who don’t talk to me anymore. I wonder where they … Continue reading →

by John Rocco This old guy I know in the bar was drinking and talking to me about sports and sports betting and in the middle of it he says: “It’s all like that fucking life is all like that. … Continue reading →

by John Rocco I worked in an airport bar for years where I saw the worst minds of every generation and flight number drunk during delays, cursing me for the high prices, cursing me for the delays and the weather, … Continue reading →

by John Rocco I was in a bar I hadn’t been in for a long time because I had avoided it. This guy at the end of the bar who I had never seen before got up and came over … Continue reading →

by John Rocco I threw up an entire summer license plates and fish heads at the movies during INCEPTION which will always be a vomit dream for me the dream wave cities my puke waves covering my sneakers filling my … Continue reading →

by John Rocco Aleister Crowley had an Ozzy song named after him and while alive was called the “wickedest man in the world.” He called himself the Beast of the Apocalypse, 666 and invented a religion based upon the principle … Continue reading →