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With so many weird stories on the market, it’s sometimes hard to keep
up with all the books you should be buying. To exacerbate the problem,
here’s three more from Rooster Republic Press!
Sitting across from you on the bus, passing by you in aisle 7, stopping to stare you over in the middle of the night for no reason whatsoever: This is a book about the strangeness in our lives that we let pass us by. Gathered over 8 years’worth of wading through the Greek crisis on Ground Zero, this book is a collection of all-too-true stories, without all the awful, cynical trimmings of real life included.
Sorry, Wrong Country is a rough guide into everyday oddity, telling
the stories of Greeks slowly coming apart during the economic crisis.
Featuring short, easy-to-digest stories about sex, death and everything in between, it’s not so much a memoir, as much as the road map of the modern economic crash, told through the lens of everyday people.
Jesus Christ has returned. He sets to work right away healing the sick and infirm, but also returning youth to the aged. There are doubters, but one by one Jesus proves them wrong with the aid of his friend, farmer Joe MacDonald. There’s just one problem: Jesus isn’t who he says he is. He is actually an alien from a planet of ruthless killers, and he’s there to get everyone on earth to be in shape for slavery.
John Bruni, the author of Dong of Frankenstein, Poor Bastards and Rich Fucks, and Tales of Questionable Taste returns to tell a tale of love, redemption, madness, loss, fear, faith and above all else, survival. Brian Keene, author of The Rising and The Complex, says, “John Bruni is a nice kid. He’s one of the next generation that I like. He’s actually one of the people I like in this genre, and I don’t like anybody.”
You might of once heard that story where this boy and girl get home from a date and then the girl starts hollering because there’s this old bloody hook dangling from the door handle? Well, that weren’t nohook man, or I suppose maybe it was. See, that was me. You’ll find this hard to believe, but I never aimed on killing. Understand, for a long while folks have grown mighty paranoid about their children getting snatched up by some predator. So, me and Leopold, one day we figure we are going to do something about it. So we start abducting children. For ransom is all. Despite what you’ve seen in pictures, it hadn’t been a thing. But then it starts becoming a thing, what with the economy the way it is, and all of a sudden seems everyone wants a piece of the market. Times get tight, and I’m just looking forward to a quiet retirement when look who falls into my lap, the captain of the Cheerleading team, Leigh Lundqvist, and let me tell you if all hell didn’t break out on the Child Abduction circuit that season. My name’s Chester, folks around these parts call me Chester the Molester, and this here’s my story. I hope you enjoy.