The Greek GOD of COOLYMPUS

The Greek GOD of COOLYMPUS

The one you don’t fuck with.
  • Good Luck!

    Hey.   Darin.   Good. Job.   You pack a mean punch!   You really do!   I haven’t been this sore since Vampire Val pinned my shoulders to the mat. Here’s to hoping Mickey’s dementia, alcoholism, ageism, and whatever else may ail him– holds out for the rest...
  • P.M.C.

    The ashes are cold.  The air smells like recycled schwag.  A man is nearing the end of his rope. Not this shithole again. …coolympus. What in the blue fuck are we doing back here? It’s been four years. Two months. And zero days. Oh. This day. Great. Since Cancer...
  • Hubris

    Once upon a time, there was a place HIGH up in the clouds. Where the air tasted like laughing gas, and the sun never blinded. Where the lands were ripe with lavish silks, the finest herbs, and Cadbury eggs fit for the wealthiest of Saudi Prince. Where Bandits would...