Ten minutes in, Pops the homeless man stood up. He swayed slightly, clutching his plastic cup of wine. He belched—a long, low, resonant sound that silenced the blender.
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He looked at the blank document on his laptop screen, ready to plan Issue #2. He deleted the carefully drafted editorial about "The Nuance of Silence." Ten minutes in, Pops the homeless man stood up
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The mission statement of Drunk Monkeys was printed on the inside cover in bold, red ink: “We publish the stories that are too weird for the New Yorker and too coherent for a mental institution. We are the screech in the night. We are the flung feces of truth.”
Dear Writers, Forget the rules. Forget the syntax. Write like you’re swinging from a chandelier with a bottle of tequila in one hand and a typewriter in the other. We aren't looking for perfection. We’re looking for the hangover.
Pops didn't read. He orated. He spun a tale about a squirrel he had met in Central Park who he was convinced was the reincarnation of a 19th-century railroad tycoon. He spoke of the war between the pigeons and the rats over a discarded bagel. He spoke of the tragic beauty of a half-smoked cigarette. He used the word "viscosity" incorrectly, yet perfectly. He was raw, unfiltered, and completely unhinged.