Volume 13 Τεύχος 12
A Cartoon By Flannery O'connor
Flannery O'Connor's short stories are really funny, but no one ever talks about that. It might be because the jokes aren't haw-haw jokes, or it might be because the humor is so dark that a lot of people don't have the taste for it.
Thank You From Baghdad
Yesterday (I write this on 6 November 2006) I was handed my verdict in a trial that to me was more of a circus than anything else.
"Gjennom Nattens Identitet" ("Through the Identity of the Nighttime")
This is an excerpt from the book Nasjonalsatanisten (The National Satanist) by Erlend Erichsen, translated for Vice.
Mister Elegant
Don’t ask how I know this, but the next time you think you’re fat, there’s a whole lot worse way you can look.
Nakedness
He thinks: She sees him through the kitchen window taking off his clothes to put in the washer. It's night, past 12; his wife's in bed, going to sleep.
Books On A Budget
Do you like spending shitloads of money on stuff you don't really need? I mean who are you, really, if you can't drop a couple thou here and there on what-ever-the-fuck? What's the point of even drawing another breath if you can't live a little?
Spiritual Gold
After listening to their album Organic Universe and some long and careful consideration, we came to the conclusion that nothing could prepare you well enough for The New Alchemy.
Vice Mail
This is not an ass kiss, more of a sincere thank-you. I am not a part of Vice’s demographic—37, married with three kids, ages 10, 8, and 6.
From Velvet
I’m half dead from grief because I turned into trash. There was the day I hit my dog. I changed sides. I went to the killer side even though I was fraught with fear. I was garbage inside. I had become trash. What could I do if I couldn’t touch her...
Electric Independence
In Zanzibar for a few days during September, I wandered with my sister through the narrow streets of the East African island's ancient capital, Stone Town, one sweltering afternoon.