"`Because it's y'know, Peter Rozovsky's idea.'
"`Fuck Peter Rozovsky.'
"`Yeah, fuck him.'
"Noir at the Bar in St. Louis was on."
Why a bar? Why noir? In part because the guy I first discussed the idea with was a bartender, and his bar had black walls. But also because, as Jedidiah Ayres (co-editor with the mad Scott Phillips), writes: "The dark was an integral part. It hides blushes, obscures trouser tents, and makes you look more attractive. The drinks are self-explanatory."
Here's the beginning of the collection's first story:
"That's the biggest cock I've ever seen."
Here's how that section of the story ends:
"I turned around to face the huge rooster that was staring me down and I thought about shooting him too."One day I'll give these guys the thanks they deserve. For now, though, I feel like a proud father sending his kid off to school, then being called to the principal's office a few hours later to find a smirking kid, a cop taking a statement, and a tearful teacher pulling thumbtacks out of her butt.
© Peter Rozovsky 2011
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