You can read it in Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga.
In the gonzo traditon, I write on a road trip:
Because I'm teaching how to write Gonzo Science Fiction, Chicano Style:
I even experiment with writing under the influence:
It’s not summer yet, but it’s hotter than hell.
I’ve got a weird feeling about this summer–and not just more recording breaking (or should that be melting?) heat.
That’s why Emily and I do these little getaways, up north, Prescott, Jerome, Sedona.
Where it’s about twenty degrees cooler.
You know you’ve been living in Arizona when eighty degrees Fahrenheit seems cool.
And I had to write my story for my “Gonzo Science Fiction, Chicano Style” class on the road, in a haunted hotel, and at roadside, while waiting for AAA to come fix a flat.
Yup, it’s gonna be weird, gonzo . . .
I'm getting ready to play teacher in Chicanonautica at La Bloga:
It'll be gonzo:
And maybe a bit mystical:
But I don't believe in gurus:
There will be demystification:
Suddenly, the flowers died. Not all of them, but the sea of color was now fallout that we walked on.
Heat. Radiation. Like a bomb. A war.
Open a door. Feels like an oven. The air smells burnt.
Break out the beachwear and the sunscreen. Another record-breaking summer has hit Phoenix. Are we uninhabitable yet?
