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WELCOME TO SCUD CITY -- THE WORST TOWN IN AMERICA
Scud is the kind of cesspool that's heaven if you want good drugs, dirty sex, and a nightly brush with death, and hell if you want anything else. And of all the decaying brothels and meth-spas in the city of dead dreams, One-Night Stan's is the last place any distinguished human would set foot, the kind of sleazy strip club where the floors are linoleum, the air is cigarette smoke, and the night isn't over till somebody's a corpse.
Over the course of one excruciatingly long night, two college students stumble across an orange duffel bag stuffed with hundred-dollar bills and they find themselves the target of a coke-fueled night club owner, a vicious nymphomaniac stripper who gets her jollies slicing extremities off others with a butterfly knife, and a Russian bouncer who once ripped a man in half "the long way." As their wild night goes progressively off the rails, their paths cross with an unprofessional and strangely hostile FBI agent who has arrived in town on the trail of a serial killer--a serial killer who has been carving up dancers on a cross country tour of seedy strip joints, but who may have just stumbled into the wrong club.
MEET THE LOCALS
Jeremy: The kind of futureless twenty-something who spends three nights a week at nudie bar hating the present and crossing his fingers he'll end up in a new city one day, he doesn't exactly have the judgment necessary to steal $250,000 in blood money.
One-Night Stan: Stan just wants to be Frank Sinatra, but he never will be. He's a classless night club owner with anger issues and one hell of a coke problem who will never reach the level of coolness to which he aspires.
Ginger: This whackjob probably stepped out of a propaganda horror film warning teens about sex. An employee of Stan's, she's a seductress who can only get her rocks off inflicting pain on men, and she hasn't been satisfied in weeks.
Caleb: The best and worst friend a college kid could ask for. When a group of sex-crazed gymnasts want you to come with them to sacrifice a dog to Satan, he's the friend who threatens to physically harm you if you say no.
Leonard: A city like Scud demands an owner like Leonard, a handsome scumbag with his hand in the pockets of every politician, gangster, and law enforcement official in a ten mile radius.
Russian Bob: It takes an expat from Russia to work as a bouncer at One-Night Stan's. One of the local legends about Russian Bob is he once killed a cop with a stapler for stepping on his foot.
And More -- Between a quietly depressed stalker-nerd, a woman whose not above screwing and killing strangers for quick buck, and a jaded serial killer with an unlikely day job, there's no shortage of characters to be met in Scud City.
Scud is the kind of cesspool that's heaven if you want good drugs, dirty sex, and a nightly brush with death, and hell if you want anything else. And of all the decaying brothels and meth-spas in the city of dead dreams, One-Night Stan's is the last place any distinguished human would set foot, the kind of sleazy strip club where the floors are linoleum, the air is cigarette smoke, and the night isn't over till somebody's a corpse.
Over the course of one excruciatingly long night, two college students stumble across an orange duffel bag stuffed with hundred-dollar bills and they find themselves the target of a coke-fueled night club owner, a vicious nymphomaniac stripper who gets her jollies slicing extremities off others with a butterfly knife, and a Russian bouncer who once ripped a man in half "the long way." As their wild night goes progressively off the rails, their paths cross with an unprofessional and strangely hostile FBI agent who has arrived in town on the trail of a serial killer--a serial killer who has been carving up dancers on a cross country tour of seedy strip joints, but who may have just stumbled into the wrong club.
MEET THE LOCALS
Jeremy: The kind of futureless twenty-something who spends three nights a week at nudie bar hating the present and crossing his fingers he'll end up in a new city one day, he doesn't exactly have the judgment necessary to steal $250,000 in blood money.
One-Night Stan: Stan just wants to be Frank Sinatra, but he never will be. He's a classless night club owner with anger issues and one hell of a coke problem who will never reach the level of coolness to which he aspires.
Ginger: This whackjob probably stepped out of a propaganda horror film warning teens about sex. An employee of Stan's, she's a seductress who can only get her rocks off inflicting pain on men, and she hasn't been satisfied in weeks.
Caleb: The best and worst friend a college kid could ask for. When a group of sex-crazed gymnasts want you to come with them to sacrifice a dog to Satan, he's the friend who threatens to physically harm you if you say no.
Leonard: A city like Scud demands an owner like Leonard, a handsome scumbag with his hand in the pockets of every politician, gangster, and law enforcement official in a ten mile radius.
Russian Bob: It takes an expat from Russia to work as a bouncer at One-Night Stan's. One of the local legends about Russian Bob is he once killed a cop with a stapler for stepping on his foot.
And More -- Between a quietly depressed stalker-nerd, a woman whose not above screwing and killing strangers for quick buck, and a jaded serial killer with an unlikely day job, there's no shortage of characters to be met in Scud City.
About the Author
There are two personality traits I can recall possessing for just about as far back as my memory will serve. The first is a love of writing and the second is a malicious sense of humor. Since childhood, I have been the person who roots for the bad guy in movies and laughs when Bambi's mom gets shot. I take interest in the flaws of a character far more than the heroic characteristics, which have a tendency bore me. I find humor in places I'm told I really shouldn't. I started writing short stories and screenplays shortly after I learned to construct a sentence and haven't stopped since. As a high school student I wrote and shot home movies in my spare time while performing stand up comedy weekly at a talent show. I also wrote short stories with titles like Teacher Slayers (for which I am still astounded that I was not expelled). My writing is typically bleak and violent with a fun, satirical edge that should tickle the funny-bones of anyone who is as sick as I am.
