A compilation vacation

This year, as some of you may know, I’ve been participating in a “Daily” Monologue challenge, as well as serializing a novel about ghosts. It turns out that such endeavors really clutter up a Medium page. Frankly, it smells like a gym bag on here.

So, inspired by David Sedaris’s latest money grab, I’ve decided to compile a “Best-of” article and paste it like a treatise at the top of my Medium page, as well as on the doors of several local government buildings.

The following articles are some of my “favorite” “bits.” Now, not all of them performed very…


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A serial novel.

Below you’ll find all of the chapters of Ghost Law in order. Chapters are still being written at this time and each will be linked here immediately after publishing (thanks to Lee Ameka for this idea for organizing these!).


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Ghost Law | Chapter 14

…And cut my bindings. And while I did appreciate the gesture, a simple heads-up that that was her plan would have kept me from soiling the bedsheets in a large and powerful way.

“You don’t know me,” the ghost explained, stepping back a little. “But I’ve done some bad things — things I’m not proud of. I promised myself recently I wouldn’t fall into those bad habits again — that my brain-slicing business would be totally legitimate this time.”

“I’ve done things I’m not proud of, too,” I said, shifting around in the bed a little. “I’m not judging you…


Jacob Wrestles with God (1860) by Julius Schnorr von Carolsfeld

Lettest thou get ready to rumble.

So Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak. When the man saw that he could not overpower him, he touched the socket of Jacob’s hip so that his hip was wrenched as he wrestled with the man. Then the man said, “Let me go, for it is daybreak.” But Jacob replied, “I will not let you go unless you bless me.” The man asked him, “What is your name?” “Jacob,” he answered. Then the man said, “Your name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel, because you have struggled with God and with humans and…


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The Story of Ghost Law | Chapter 13

I was awoken (awaked?) by a light flashing in my face. As I always do when I’m unconscious and see a light, I ran as fast as I could directly toward it. But this time, a hand slapped me back down on my cot. I opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar figure examining me.

The figure had long hair carefully knotted into a bun atop her head. Her face was intense and focused. Her body was like a poached egg — transparently white and floating fluidly in place.

“Stay still,” she said. I followed her orders and accepted the…


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The Story of Ghost Law | Chapter 12

Find the previous chapters of Ghost Law at this link.

The experiments the following day of my contractual capture were less than fun. For one thing, they made me get up at like 6 o’clock in the morning. Who does that?

The breakfast was uninspiring. Toast? Really? The renown fortuneteller couldn’t have foreseen that my favorite breakfast is sausage? I was really beginning to wonder what was in all those documents I signed, especially because when I tried to leave the goblin guard kept standing in my way and saying, “You’re goin’ nowhere, punk.”

The first test wasn’t so bad…


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Putting my anti-head-dribbling theories to the test.

Experiment: Sat behind large pillar during game to avoid attention. Cost: $350. Result: Discovered by the peanut vendor and my head was dribbled like a basketball.

Experiment: Wore a T-shirt that said, “Attention: My Head is Not A Basketball.” Cost: $40. Result: Drew attention. My head was dribbled like a basketball.

Experiment: Hired an actor to impersonate me at game and divert crowd’s attention away from real me. Cost: $200. Result: Actor dribbled my head like a basketball.

Experiment: Used reverse psychology; asked people to please dribble my head like a basketball. Cost: $0. …


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The Story of Ghost Law | Chapter 11

“You moron. Haven’t you been listening to a word I said? They don’t want you there,” Madam Twilge explained, after I’d asked her to help me get to the moon to see Shucky Frazer so he could teach me “ghost law” to get the ghosts out of my childhood home. “And why are you giving me all this exposition? I told you, the door to the moon is closed and your money won’t change that.”

“Listen, you always said I should believe in myself — ”

“What? When? Are you having a stroke?”

“ — So that’s what I’m going…

r.j. kushner

Dubbed by the New York Times as “all out of free articles this month.”

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