Vic’s curses are reversed with shots of Malört, but all is not smooth sailing in summertime Chicago.
The Chicago Handshake (and other portents of doom)
Go Back, Jack, Do It Again
In the highlands of Scotland, Vic is confronted with the twin cosmic horrors of juke box Steely Dan and the Grey Man of Lairig Ghru.
Swallowers of the Damned
Vic & his band of misfit egyptologists are crawling inside pyramids, chasing sphinxes and sailing the Nile while sipping on a boat drink or two…
One with the Universe so Im taking the HOV lane
“eh man, what’supwith your feerend? he looks like a leezard.” I don’t think I answered I believe we had all lost the ability to talk at this point.
attempt at self analysis over jazz
A story about the kind of night that only happens when you’re broke, 23, and full of accidental magic ……… there’s kissing, cab scams, breakdancing, a minor collapse of global infrastructure — and, hopefully, a little honesty too.
Icebox Hill Social Club
Where do gringos go when the gringos go to Mexico?
Vic makes a run for the border, following the champagne bubbles to Mazatlán.
Old Year’s Day
This bar holds many stories. Of being a regular, a barfly. Of becoming friends with the owner and the staff. Of cousin dingus working in the kitchen. And this story, of how I took my shot with the bartender Maggie.
All The King’s Horses
A funny thing happened on the way to the sports bar…
This is the one where Vic dies! Now with twice as much ambulance!
Lucy & the Night-Train to Luxor
“Oi, mate!” Chuck says from the doorway, “Am I in the right place? Is this the train for sexy egyptologists looking for a good time?”
“Yeah, man.” Vic says. “This is the place.”
Uncharted Dives 