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“He led us out of the bar and onto the street. I was so relieved to be outside that my head popped with a sense of relief, like a giant zit. A.J. smiled dumbly and staggered back a step.”
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“I’m not a conspiracy theory kind of guy, but when city officials close down on you, when Princeton University won’t provide any answers, and when the media says what you’ve got is all a hoax, then where am I?
So here is the true story of the Peter Armstrong Papers.
You think you know all about them. Such eminent publications as The New York Times and The New Yorker have already said they were a forgery. (The New Yorker went so far as to say that I created a hoax to scare an already virus-nervous public.) Experts I hired examined the papers and verified that they are authentic documents from the period, and that some elements of the stories were undeniably true. Newsweek examined the documents with an open mind and a battery of forensic experts and historians of the era, but would not go as far to say that they described actual events. The women on The View had a rare moment of agreement when they said I was “a menace.” Rolling Stone, ever classy, said I was “full of shit.”
― The Lucifer Stone
So here is the true story of the Peter Armstrong Papers.
You think you know all about them. Such eminent publications as The New York Times and The New Yorker have already said they were a forgery. (The New Yorker went so far as to say that I created a hoax to scare an already virus-nervous public.) Experts I hired examined the papers and verified that they are authentic documents from the period, and that some elements of the stories were undeniably true. Newsweek examined the documents with an open mind and a battery of forensic experts and historians of the era, but would not go as far to say that they described actual events. The women on The View had a rare moment of agreement when they said I was “a menace.” Rolling Stone, ever classy, said I was “full of shit.”
― The Lucifer Stone
“That hung in the air for a moment.
“Then…” I hesitated. “Then, I’m not grounded?”
“Oh, no,” she said. “You’re grounded for life. Maybe longer.”
― SPIKED!
“Then…” I hesitated. “Then, I’m not grounded?”
“Oh, no,” she said. “You’re grounded for life. Maybe longer.”
― SPIKED!
“That breakout summer for Jayson Tuttman was also when he was featured on a poster that soon ended up on walls around America.
It was a picture of Jayson, shirtless and wearing his Mets pants and cleats. He had dark grease marks under his eyes to cut down glare, and he looked soulfully into the camera. He held a baseball bat, and the muscles in his chest and arms gleamed with oil. He stood on first base and there were several baseballs at his feet. And there, at the top of the poster in enormous letters, was his name: SPIKE!”
― SPIKED!
It was a picture of Jayson, shirtless and wearing his Mets pants and cleats. He had dark grease marks under his eyes to cut down glare, and he looked soulfully into the camera. He held a baseball bat, and the muscles in his chest and arms gleamed with oil. He stood on first base and there were several baseballs at his feet. And there, at the top of the poster in enormous letters, was his name: SPIKE!”
― SPIKED!
“The walls were black slate, and people had written all kinds of things on them with white chalk. I saw the phrase SEX, DRUGS AND BUGS BUNNY CARTOONS, and stopped reading after that.”
― SPIKED!
― SPIKED!
“I sat there. In shock. Staring at the window. Still feeling the pressure of his lips against mine. And then I thought, so this is love.”
― SPIKED!
― SPIKED!
“It was a Thompson submachine gun. She calmly lowered the seat back in place.
She stuck the stock under her left armpit and clutched the front handle.
“Jesus!” I yelled. “Did you always have that there?”
“Yes!”
“What the hell were you waiting for?”
“I was waiting until we got into a jam,” she turned and hefted the Tommy gun rearward. “Cover your ears!”
― The Lucifer Stone
She stuck the stock under her left armpit and clutched the front handle.
“Jesus!” I yelled. “Did you always have that there?”
“Yes!”
“What the hell were you waiting for?”
“I was waiting until we got into a jam,” she turned and hefted the Tommy gun rearward. “Cover your ears!”
― The Lucifer Stone
“I think young adult books should be replete with joy. When I say joy, I don’t necessarily mean happy, but they have to do something for you to make your life better. Not only should they be replete with joy, but they should be crammed with wonder. When you’re at that golden high school age, everything is magical.”
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“Preston loved The Hobbit as much as we did, but he wanted to take it apart and figure it out, like a kid who ruins watches. We just wanted to enjoy it.”
― SPIKED!
― SPIKED!
