Where is Pancakes House?

The brainless and banal postings of an as-yet-to-be writer; particularly of short fiction and screen.

My own brother, a goddamn, shit-sucking vampire. You wait ‘till mom finds out, buddy!

Sam from The Lost Boys

There are three things every town in the country has in common: a church, a secret, and a bully ready to tear the head off a skinny kid who couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag.

—Robert McCammon “Boy’s Life”

If there’s anything that pulls people in, it’s a loudmouth and the smell of Satan in the air like charred meat on a griddle.

—Robert McCammon “Boy’s Life”

Mom told me that Vernon used to be all right, but he’d written a book and gone to New York with it and a year later he was back home wandering around nude and nutty.

—Robert McCammon “Boy’s Life”

Danny did not think coke and computers were anything alike. But Jude had seen the way people hunched over their screens, clicking the refresh button again and again, waiting for some crucial if meaningless hit of information, and he thought it was almost exactly the same.

—Joe Hill from “Heart-Shaped Box”