The Curator of Schlock
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The Curator of Schlock #416: The Lost Boys
The Revenging Manta and I were stumbling around in the dark of the Spookies exhibit in the Museum of Schlock. Funny enough. This exhibit was left mostly intact. Someone had removed the yellow dress shirt that adorned the were-cat mannequin. I could have sworn I saw the robot sheriff Elle out of the corner of my eye, Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #415: Spookies
The Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, and I were sneaking inside the Museum of Schlock, trying to surprise the punks who’d seized my property. We entered through a secret passageway in the Starcrash exhibit. No punks to be seen, but I got the eerie feeling that we were being watched. Maybe it was the Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #414: Tetris
The Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, and I were outside the Museum of Schlock, trying to figure out the best way inside. He figured I knew the place inside and out, but it had been over two years since I last presided over the residence as Curator. Since then I had dealt Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #413: Blitz
The Revenging Manta and I arrived at the Museum of schlock around half past midnight. Rock music was blasting from the inside and I could swear I made out Bachman Turner Overdrive’s “Takin’ Care of Business” over the howls of the dozens of punks on the inside. The ninja vigilante grabbed a large satchel filled Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #412: The Unseen
The Curator of Schlock #412 by Jeff Shuster The Unseen Why do they always go into the basement? The Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, said he had a surprise for me. A couple blocks from his apartment was a secret garage and inside that garage was a mint green Kawasaki Fury with Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #411: Skinamarink
The Curator of Schlock #411 by Jeff Shuster Skinamarink Skiddy-Mer-Rink-A-Doo The Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, fitted me with a kevlar vest because we were going back to the Museum of Schlock to clean house. Over the vest went the washed and pressed outfit of Gary, the drug dealer/pizza delivery guy. I Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #410: The Old Way
The Curator of Schlock #410 by Jeff Shuster The Old Way A Nic Cage Western I had spent the better part of the day grinding fentanyl tablets into a fine powder while wearing a gas mask. If I hadn’t known any better, I’d have thought I was involved in illegal activity, but there’s such a Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #409: Splice
The Curator of Schlock #409 by Jeff Shuster Splice Scientists are stupid. After a hearty breakfast of Honey Nut Cheerios and skim milk, the Revenging Manta handed me a gas mask. He then brought forth one grinding bowl filled with fentanyl pills, the pills we had stolen the night before after the ninja vigilante slaughtered Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #408: Eve of Destruction
The Curator of Schlock #408 by Jeff Shuster Eve of Destruction She is very sensitive. The Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, rigged up a hammock for me to sleep on. He took the hardwood floor. He didn’t have much furniture, kept extolling the virtues of minimalism before finally nodding off, his snores making Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #407: Morgan
The Curator of Schlock #407 by Jeff Shuster Morgan Scientists are stupid I woke up. I was lying on the floor of a strange apartment and reeling in pain from getting my arm dislodged from its socket by the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando. I felt like I was going to die. Continue reading
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