Fiction Advocate Hair Lit Mixtapeness.

Most definitely here. Most definitely cool.

"I'm happy to report that the stories in Hair Lit Vol.1, deliver the goods." Hair Lit Vol. One gets some Goodreads love. And likes it. A lot.

And big thanks to the inestimable Joey Poole for that. Excerpt? Word.

"I'm happy to report that the stories in Hair Lit Vol.1, deliver the goods. Some of them, like Chip Cheek's deceptively light-hearted "Twisted Sister Makes a Comeback" and Ben Tanzer's Bon Jovi-hating "Dead or Alive" examine the ethos of the era. Others, like Nick Ostdick's "True Hair" and Ryan W. Bradley's "The Truth About Fingering" find inspiration in loosely fictionalizing song lyrics. Still others, like Megan Stielstra's devastating "Heart's Not Metal" and Susannah Felts' "Training" tell stories from the era with the music thumping away in the background as a soundtrack."

Himmer Hard K Scorpions Hair Lit, Vol. One Still Loving You Vol 1. Brooklyn.

Here. Totally. Yes.

This Podcast Will Change Your Life, Episode Fifty-Seven - As Good As Good Gets, starring the Nick Ostdick.

Wonderfully good it is. All of it. The Podcast. The Ostdick. And talking everything from running and MFAs to obsession and Hair Lit Vol. One. We should also note that Nick was one of several guests on the first ever edition of the Podcast - "Walt Whitman Means Delicious" - which we recorded almost five years ago to the day way back in the January 2008. So please do enjoy yourself some Ostdick love. It just might change you life. A lot. If only for a little while at that.

Beachy. Stielstra. Rowan. Weller. Tanzer. And endlessly massive Hair Lit, Vol. 1 release awesomeness.

We know right? So please do join us at The Book Cellar on January 12th. It just might change your life.

New joint. Dead or Alive. Hair Lit Vol. 1. And Bon Jovi.

Quite excited we are for the release of Hair Lit Vol. 1. We are also much excited, and endlessly thrilled, to see our Bon Jovi-inspired joint Dead or Alive being posted on the quite stellar Hair Lit website. Excerpt? Word.

"WE WERE NOT cowboys and there were no steel horses, or six strings on our backs. There was big hair though, lots of it. And we didn’t sleep. It was 1986. Reagan was President. The Oprah Winfrey Show debuted. Bill Buckner let a groundball pass through his legs. Len Bias died. The Olsen twins were born. And Wanted Dead or Alive was playing everywhere. Yet none of this mattered, not to us anyway.

Because all we could think about was pussy, looking for it, getting it, eating it, fucking it and getting more of it. Way more, more than we could manage, more than we could imagine. We went to the mall looking for it, Denny’s, keg parties out in the woods or by the river, football games, the drive-in, high school dances and Ground Round’s All You Can Eat Wings Night. We shopped at The Gap and Jeans West. We wore cologne. Drakar Noir. Grey Flannel. We scoured our faces for any signs of pimples or blemishes. We feathered our hair. We wore Levi’s, never Wrangler’s and Members Only jackets. We lifted weights. We searched for the perfect deodorant and hair gel.

We bought condoms, ribbed for her pleasure, lubricated, sometimes sheep skin. When we weren’t talking about how to get pussy, we thought about it, all day, all night and every moment in-between. We thought about pussy even when we were getting it, wondering when we might get it next. We worked on our rap. We worked on looking like we cared, like we were good listeners, and then we called girls, called them again and then called other girls. We assigned point totals for how far we got. You got ten points for a hand job and twenty-five for a blow job, plus five bonus points if she swallowed. Fifty points if you actually boffed someone, though no more than 200 points were allowed on any one night because that was just too fucking greedy."

Collected Works. There are. Which is most cool indeed.

Here. Or here. For real.

There is Hair Lit, Vol. One KICKSTARTER campaign love.

So please do hit it, like soon, now even, yes, as doing so may most definitely change your life, and ours for sure, even if only briefly at that.