Fiction Guest Blogger - GianCarlo DiTrapano

This should be good, but don't bet on it. The New York Tyrant is helping out here at our beloved Vice during the Fiction Issue and I am basically plugging the fuck out of the Tyrant magazine, and our new book arm, Tyrant Books. I'll be having, say, one Tyrant writer introduce another Tyrant writer's story or something like that, and I'll be introducing some of my favorite Tyrant stories myself (big whup) as well. We'll be doing some interviews, like with Sam "Maybe The Baddest Motherfucker In The Game" Lipsyte about his new book, The Ask. Sam's writing is a breath of fresh air in the giant fart cloud of all the jag-off writers around these days who seem to be less into working on their writing and more into wasting everybody's time. Oh, here's something. To those of you who don't already know him, I'd like to, at some point, introduce you to Atticus Lish. Here's a guy you've been dying to meet and didn't know it. If you're wondering, the answer is yes. That's his dad. But Atticus is playing a different game, and it's a good one. Let's see, what won't I be doing while here. I will not be publishing stories with titles like "Dialogue From When Jean-Paul Sartre Visited the Fresh Prince of Bel Air," or anything equally as trying and sad. These stories seem to come mostly from the west coast. I'm sorry, west coast, but it's true. You know what I mean. Basically what I'll do is dig through the Tyrants and give you what's best. I'll put up some new stories as well. I think I might have a new Brian Evenson story for you guys, but that isn't yet locked. Brian usually comes through though. What I DO have locked is the first part of Evenson's Baby Leg, which was just released from Tyrant Books. The book is a jewel. Each one of the 400 copies is its own as they are all differently smeared with Evenson's bloody fingerprints. Once I hook you (or once Brian hooks you) with the first part of Baby Leg, you'll have little choice but to buy the whole book and see what happens. You won't be able to sleep not knowing the ending. Then, even once you buy it and read it and finally know the ending, sleep will have become more elusive than before because your curiosity will have been replaced with fear. So, een a nut-shale, you won't be sleeping. But it's not like you were planning on getting any sleep anyway. For the next few days or weeks or until Vice stops returning my emails, welcome to the Tyrant's Greatest Hits. The best we got. Because, let's face it, shitty stories always seem to sneak into good journals somehow. None of that will happen on my watch. Not here. Not this time. This will be air-tight, run-right, and shit-town story free. I hope we have a good time. Now, pour yourself a drink, grab that bottle, and come sit over here by me, you big lug. Sure, you can sit in that chair right there. Or you can sit on my face. Whichever. Oh yeah. Here I am. In my downtime I'm a comedian. I act in comedic videos. Here's one. Laugh away. GIANCARLO DITRAPANO