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mass turkey carnage…

Posted on Oct 14, 2008 in Blog, home town | 3 comments

And no, Thanksgiving didn’t arrive early. I got this email from a friend who lives nearby: “We had mass carnage at the turkey farm yesterday…Dave and I went out early in the morning to walk the dog and feed the turkeys and found a gruesome scene. Something got into the turkey pen. No clue as to what or how the hell it got in. At least 8 turkeys dead, three more badly wounded, one of whom died overnight. We’re still finding turkey parts all over.” Ahh, country life. So bucolic, when it isn’t drenched in blood. And for more rural fun, here’s a picture of our neighbor’s cows....

Crystal Meth House: Coda

Posted on Mar 7, 2008 in Blog, home town |

The wonderful folks from Crystal Meth House have moved away. Rumor has it that they were foreclosed on, that that they left the house in shambles (broken windows, destroyed lawn, etc)…. and that they also apparently stripped it bare, to the extent of removing the furnace and the kitchen, cabinets and all. I’m still waiting for confirmation on whether or not they also took the toilet. I sort of admire that level of crazy. I’m damn glad they’re gone. But I’m impressed,...

Crystal Meth House (last post, I swear)

Posted on Mar 22, 2007 in Blog, home town | 3 comments

So, one of my other neighbors finally called the cops on crystal meth house. Everyone on the block is sick of them, but everyone’s afraid of them, as well. The fine gentleman who called the cops finally got fed up with them cranking their car stereo in the middle of the street. Their car was cranked up and the bass was shaking the neighborhood, so my portly senior citizen of a neighbor goes outside and shouts over the racket, “You need to turn that down!” The response from Crystal Meth Boy: “We’re just testing the stereo!” Senior Citizen: “It works! Shut it off.” Crystal Meth Boy: “What’s your problem...

family values

Posted on Mar 20, 2007 in Blog, home town | 4 comments

So, more on my neighbors. My friends and I used to joke and call them “crystal meth house” because they have all their windows hung with curtains 24/7 and they’re either skinny like skeletons or hung over. And they sleep really late, even though they’ve got a 1-year old and 4-year old. Suspicious, no? The only times I used to see the wife was when she would emerge to smoke cigarettes on the porch, pale and skinny, blinking in the sunlight like some kind of cave rat, before disappearing back into her blackout home. They always gave off a weird vibe. Even before I got into conflict with them....

good fences…

Posted on Mar 19, 2007 in Blog, home town, Writing | 4 comments

My son and I were walking back from the park yesterday, and a couple of our neighbor’s dogs came out onto the sidewalk and started barking and growling at us. I picked up my kid and tried to carry him past, but the dogs circled us and one of them jumped up and nipped at my elbow. I turned on it and tried to kick it. It backed off, and that’s when my neighbor said, “If you kick my dog, I’m going to kick your ass!” I responded, “If your dog is off your property, it’s a problem.” He said, “My dog’s a good dog! You don’t go kicking...