jordan

looky, it's me. in a fur coat and its ninety-nine degrees.

new novel on the way, next year, and its a followup to the one out now.
anyway,
i'm doing an interview with Ms. Lily for SG on my novel, Everyone Is Chuckers

also my reading is next week, on the 26th, Think Coffee in Manhattan on Mercer Street. If you want more info please email me and you shall recieve.
and if ya can't make it here's a little what you mighta heard if ya could.

"Everyone Is Chuckers"
Excerpt.....

He was in Kokomo, along with a bunch of other squatters. He looked over at me as soon as I walked in and he didnt look away or even blink until I was next to him. We apologized simultaneously and hugged for what seemed like an hour.
She wouldnt let me in, your sister, he told me. I came over a lot. I could tell by the look in his eyes he was telling the truth. We hugged again then he took my hand and got off the stool. He had been playing a game with someone, some homeless kid I think, and they eyed the board game sadly when Jack walked off. He hurried me to the bathroom, aggressively pulling my hand. I was so happy to be with him again, I was overwhelmed with comfort. Velvet Underground was on the jukebox again.

Marguerita Passion had to get her fix
She wasn't well, she was getting sick
Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high
Didn't know, thinks she could buy it
And she would run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run

We rushed through a clueless chattering crowd. He pushed the heavy door open and quickly locked it behind us.
So what He slapped his hand over my mouth and shook his head. Once I understood well enough not to talk he removed his hand and played with my hair, like he was primping me up for a beauty pageant and everything must be in perfect place.
Its my birthday and what I want for my birthday is to play a game. Just do what I say.
I closed my eyes. The voices in the packed caf were like an illusion; softened now. This was the only thing that felt real anymore; Jack and Me, sex, the rush I got from the first drag of a smoke, not knowing where night would take us; unpredictability and pain. Now be a good girl and turn around. I felt his hand against my face. When I looked at him again his eyes were hard and dark. I turned around, facing the cold dirty wall.
Are you gonna fuck me? I asked in between short breaths.
You said a dirty word. You dont talk dirty to Daddy. I heard him unzip his pants, felt him push his blistering cock against me. He pulled my skirt up and my shirt too. Then he pushed me against the wall and grabbed a bunch of my hair to hold my head back. I saw his hand move from the corner of my eye. He put soap on his index finger and brought it to my lips.
Open, he said. I shook my head and disobeyed. He spanked me with his free hand and I tried to move but he threw an arm around my neck. Open your fucking mouth, he said, his anger increasing. Someone was pulling on the door. They had no luck because it was locked. I parted my lips and Jack jammed his finger in, forcing me to suck the soap off. I started gagging but he brought his arm up so he could cover my mouth with his hand. Then he started fucking me really hard from behind; quick violent thrusts. I came three times before he was finished.
I stumbled from the bathroom a major mess, feeling dizzy and red faced, feeling everyones eyes on us as we headed back up to the coffee bar.

'Cause he had to run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do

Jack reached into his back pocket and I sipped some of his coffee. He took out a
wad of twenties.
Tonight we can go anywhere, he told me, showing me the money.
How the hell did you get all of that?
A job, dishwashing. I knew he was lying but I didnt care. I couldnt stop
looking at the money. It wasnt that much, maybe a hundred, but it was much more than Id seen in a long time. Teal, whatever, I was glad he made it.