Vic Neverman is chased back into the confines of the hotel lounge after a seance in the woods is disturbed by Satanists running amok.
Cassadaga Bedeviled (or “something wicked that way went”)
Category: Florida
Shipwreck Vibes: Sportsman’s Weekend in Key West
Michelle has the long-skirted swagger of a spinster schoolmarm, the kind of woman whose corset you could really sink your teeth into. She appeals to Gutter’s sense of chivalry with her distressed damsel antics, but Gutter admits he shat out his manners long-ago, about the same time he stopped giving a damn about Cleveland dames. Michelle pleads for Gutter’s help. Her sister is missing.
Original Sin Again (or “Serpent in the Florida Scrub”)
With its lush flora and fauna, Wekiwa Springs State Park is a mimicry of Eden. It has all of the prerequisites for paradise: crystal-clear spring water, a snack-bar and tame woodland creatures. A leisurely float downstream, across the park boundaries, beyond the jurisdiction of park rangers, is Wekiva Island. If the state park is Eden, Wekiva Island is man’s fall from grace.
Islands in the Stream (or “What Washed Ashore in the Night”)
On the dark beaches of Florida’s Gulf Coast, Vic Neverman celestially navigates to a bar filled with whiskey revelry, butchered song and unrequited love.
Riverbilly Bacchanalia at the Blue Crab Festival
It was one of the Blue Crab Festivals of yore when I met the girl not named Stacy. 38 Special was the featured performance. The crab harvest was promising. I was smoking Cuban cigars in a linen suit while riding the mechanical bull, El Toro Roboto, in the beer tent. After a fall into the limestone dirt, the voice of a spectator urged me to ride again. Now, I am not one easily swayed into acts of reckless wild abandon, but if it is going to happen, some strange dame is likely to blame. She called herself Stacy. And I called myself Bucky Swoon. I claimed to be a card-carrying member of the Tea Party who insisted on lifting the speed limit for jet-skis in manatee zones. God, Stacy said, you are fucking stupid. We spent the night on her front porch.
Haunt of Jackals: A Melee in Middle Florida
The night seems to be trending well. Titans of industry, Doc Kelly and Cyrus Lee Hancock meet for the first time. It is their entourages which create havoc as good ol’ boys meet nouveau Floridian.
Suburban Oblivion: Last Call at Wink & Nod Pub
Florida bars are forced to shut down for the second time during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Vic Neverman stays for last call at the Wink & Nod where he discusses the apocalypse with the local Neighborhood Watch.
Thank Heaven: Quarantined at the Neighborhood 7-11
In the suburbs of Florida, there is always one place where the most desperate can go to escape the monotony of quarantine living… the local 7-11.
Achilles Last Stand: the Pre-Apocalypse of Hurricane Dorian
Preparing for bad, drinking for worse at a dive bar on Florida’s Space Coast as Hurricane Dorian approaches from the Atlantic.
Uncharted Dives 