Monthly Archives: August 2014

I could feel the little passenger car vibrate under me as my stalker, who made me a bit nervous, drove the twenty-minute stretch between Cottonwood and the city of Sedona. I considered falling asleep for the ride,but my companion wouldn’t have it. Maybe he’d done so much meth in his human life that some ofContinue reading “MANTULA Part Eight: To the ‘Wood’”

Gagged on pop culture, polluted by depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series! My second day as a tarantula quickly turned out tobe just as weird as the first one. Here I sat in a meditation garden in Sedona, speaking telepathically with a former meth addict who was now a quail, about heading to myContinue reading “MANTULA Part Seven: Not Quite a Carjacking”

Gagged on pop culture, polluted by depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series! Besides figuring out how to speak telepathically, Glenn knew a thing or two about my predicament, which he shared, but didn’t seem as bothered by it as me. He’d been in the body of a quail for almost a year he toldContinue reading “Mantula Part Six: ManQuail’s Backstory”

Win your very own handmade MANTULA cardboard figure. You could be one of four to get a Doug of your own by commenting below on what you would do if you woke up in the body of an eight-legged tarantula! Each cardboard Mantula comes with a letter from the man himself! Four winners will be drawnContinue reading “Mantula Cardboard Figure Contest!”

Gagged on pop culture, polluted by  depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series!   Glenn seemed to have a much easier go of walking than I did. Maybe because the bird only had two legs to work with, like when he was a human, so it wasn’t difficult to get used to. I had eightContinue reading “MANTULA PART FIVE: It Is What It Is”

Gagged on pop culture, polluted by depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series! Since waking up in the body of an ugly, hairy tarantula earlier today, my life has gone from weird to just plain insane. If being a large arachnid wasn’t bad enough, my goal of “doing something else” – which meant springing toContinue reading “Mantula Part Four: A Quail on Meth”

Gagged on pop culture, polluted by  depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series! Airplanes always scared the crap out of me. I can’t understand why something so heavy stays up in the air without just dropping like a brick from a window. Passenger jets, to me, are like coffins with wings. I felt like IContinue reading “Mantula Part Three: One Hundred Bucks is Lucky”