SIDEBAR: Interview with a Vampire

The room was empty. And I was restless. It was Sunday, and I was sitting in the Citizens Television studio, waiting. I was there to interview Justice, the producer of "Rave TV." I had seen the show once. It was charming, if a bit disturbing. And so here I was, motionless, contemplative, just waiting for … Continue reading SIDEBAR: Interview with a Vampire

The room was empty. And I was restless. It was Sunday, and I was sitting in the Citizens Television studio, waiting. I was there to interview Justice, the producer of "Rave TV." I had seen the show once. It was charming, if a bit disturbing. And so here I was, motionless, contemplative, just waiting for Justice. He was 30 minutes late. I had a feeling he wouldn’t show, but I continued to sit, thumbing through Time. I had been looking forward to this interview for. . . Read more
Clint Carroll
The Tao of Stephen

The bottles were unmarked, which was strange. They sat on a card table at one corner of the New Haven Green. Some cost two dollars, some five, and others ten, and all were full of liquids of varying color. The table was cluttered, gray, and worn. Surrounding it were people, bus stops, traffic, and noise. … Continue reading The Tao of Stephen

The bottles were unmarked, which was strange. They sat on a card table at one corner of the New Haven Green. Some cost two dollars, some five, and others ten, and all were full of liquids of varying color. The table was cluttered, gray, and worn. Surrounding it were people, bus stops, traffic, and noise. I gawked at the scene, dumbfounded in the middle of the city. The vendor at the table noticed me, sensed my puzzlement as I stood there. Like a good salesman,. . . Read more
Clint Carroll