John DeBellis's Blog

Waking up Republican – the American Nightmare by John DeBellis It started out like every other morning; I spent most of it sleeping. Then, it all changed. I woke up, and for the first time I noticed how disgusting my room was— clothes, mostly t-shirts and jeans, lying everywhere. Not one suit, tie, or even […]

Sea Hunt is ON! We were an odd trio of kids, although if you observed Chet, Russell and myself we were pretty normal looking.  I had my hair styled in an all American greasy pompadour that acted as a sunblock for my entire face. I wore chinos tapered at the bottom, with barely enough room […]

Mander and the Plan   The plan was to leave this place because food and ink were running low and Dr. Bliffover had convinced us that if we could find a lab, he could study Klaus, our half and half human, and come up with a cure. The Times had a great resource department, but […]

The Times Building and Shrimp     The entire band also made it to safety, but thankfully none of the female singers went uneaten. In the band members’ haste to live, they left all their instruments lying dormant in the street.  Twenty of us joined the Times army of thirty-five, not exactly Woodstock in numbers, but […]

The Jingle and the Times After about three miles the band members and Iranian singing group started to tire, so we rotated them (and our tires) and tried to think of songs that we could convince ourselves they were performing.  It was while I was imagining them playing a loud, drum and bugle core version of […]

The Jingle and the Times After about three miles the band members and Iranian singing group started to tire, so we rotated them (and our tires) and tried to think of songs that we could convince ourselves they were performing.  It was while I was imagining them playing a loud, drum and bugle core version of […]

  LEAVING THE BASEMENT The next thing we had to do was the biggest risk of all –raising the door and hoping there wasn’t a mob of zombies waiting to greet us. I wasn’t expecting a marching band, although at one point in my life I thought about being a musical arranger for a local […]

The Basement and Bliffover We didn’t split up to search the basement, all of us too afraid that we’d either end up a zombie or be the only living person – at least temporarily.   We selected to search the left first because that’s the way my body was leaning, which I took as a good sign.   After […]

Following Skim Milk The plan was for Laura Lee and me to walk behind the bar pretending we saw a skunk.  It worked like a charm–no one wanted to help us find the critter.  Skim Milk’s two co-workers came armed with handguns with silencers, several kitchen knives, and a complete set of silverware for eight.  The man was […]

Meeting Our Crew We found an empty spot at the end of the bar.  Bartending was a woman whose breasts hung out of all three dimensions.  I gave her my order and then asked Laura Lee what she wanted, but her answer surprised me. “We can’t stay here.” “Why not? We’re safe.” I was starting to think […]