I’d look out my window at 2 a.m. and there’d be some guy just sitting in his car and crying, and a few feet away there were some homeless folk whacked out of their minds on something, fucking on the sidewalk, all the tech bros spilling out of the bars, roving around in howling packs.… more
Writer: Frank Reardon
Nick Kolakowski
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonI’ve spent my life obsessed with the contrast between Hollywood’s glitz and its gritty underbelly. I see it as a microcosm of America itself: we’re always selling an image of what we are, but that image is secured with blood and plunder.… more
SOFT ROCK DENIM
Moans from the Condiment Fridge by Frank ReardonHenley says, “This Frank guy might hate me in the year 2025, but he sure as shit will have to listen to me for eternity. Smooth, my brothers, smooth like my Denim.”… more
JEN JOHANS
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonI was that weirdo whose first film crush was on Robert De Niro in MIDNIGHT RUN around the same time that everyone else my age were all about the guys from BEVERLY HILLS 90210. Not too many kids in 4th or 5th grade got excited to ID character actors like Willem Dafoe, Forest Whitaker, & Joe Mantegna in movies but I did.… more
JONATHAN EVISON
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonAt the end of the day, our struggles define us as much as anything else. I think the people who are most content are the people who have struggled and overcome the most. There’s more value in things that don’t come easy.… more
GATEWAY TO NIRVANA
Moans from the Condiment Fridge by Frank ReardonThe humor, the hatred of day jobs, the drinking, the gambling on life, the madness of the grind, giving away your soul for pennies on the dollar, I knew that world. I lived in that world.… more
Henry Wise
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonI realized that language can be more than the vehicle for a story; it can be the lens through which the reader sees the world. For me, the cadence of the language came to mirror the setting of Euphoria County—with its mysterious flora, its snaking roads, and its trapped secrets.… more
K.T. NGUYEN
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonThe trauma of war can ripple across generations and bleed through borders. You can arrive in the United States or come back home to the United States, but you’ve left a piece of your sanity behind.… more
BULLSHIT YOU CAN TASTE
FICTION by Frank ReardonFather Manchette took a yardstick across my ass in front of the entire class. Sister Agnes poked my arms until little bubbles of blood popped up from my skin. “The deeds you do may be the only sermon people will hear today.” I repeated those words walking up and down Dorchester Avenue until Jesus unzipped the sky and turned on the lights.… more
Too Many Last Names
Moans from the Condiment Fridge by Frank ReardonA series of last names I’ll click clack my way through on the way to thoughts of vengeance and acting cooler than I am, until I’m told to shut up, get on all fours, and kiss the black knee-high latex boot like the pervert I am (“Hubba hubba”).… more
