these roads will take you into your own country

Here’s a joke for you: a Muslim, a zombie, and a leprechaun walk into a bar in Misery, Indiana. No one stares, because no one in the puckered, shitty asshole of Misery, Indiana gives a fuck. The Colts are playing.

“Fucking new gods,” the leprechaun mutters, hunching his shoulders almost up to his ears. “Gridiron and Pepsi commercials.”


…or, Mad Sweeney, Laura Moon, and Salim-not-Salim get stuck on the road trip from hell. Urban legends, necrophilia, and the Midwest ensue.