Brittney the Loud By Matt Wall I played there, or should I say that I performed there, every night it seemed. Of course that isn’t exactly true, I played there, or performed there a couple night a week. Thursday and Saturday. Every week. I was there without fail. If one of the weekly acts got sick or couldn’t make it, I would show up, guitar in hand and ready to belt out my songs at the top of my lungs. I was, without fail, the thing that kept that little shit-hole going. I would have been happy with my arrangement with the bar for the rest of my life. I really would have. The problem that faced me was this one woman. She was there every night I performed. She would sit dead center in the room, just a few feet away from the low rise stage. As soon as I would start playing, she would begin to talk in a loud voice, practically shouting. Those shouts would turn into laughter. Her laughter was just despicable. I always scared the room when this would happen and I never saw ...
The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine is a DIY print lit zine that tells rock and roll themed horror, bizarro and weird fiction stories as well as featuring comics and artwork. Created and edited by Ben Fitts.