Hand Job Hannah & The Summer of ‘92 by Brian Fugett

Hannah had an orange-belt
in Tae Kwon Do
back when
Ninjas were all the rage
& The Karate Kid
was a sex symbol.
But now that
Ralph Macchio
is passé
& the ninja-nation
has spiraled
into a recession,
she functions
as a disposable girlfriend
in the parking lot
of the Food-&-Fuel truck stop.


“A buck-fifty for a hand job,” she whispers,
demonstrating the strength
of her kung-fu grip
on the necks’
of bleary-eyed truckers
as they climb
out of their rigs
in search of
coffee & cigarettes.

Brian Fugett is a member of the slacker, fast food generation that has been branded with an “X”. He sits in his pad all day consuming more oxygen than he’s worth. He’s been doing it for 47years now & has become quite efficient at it. Some day he hopes to be president of the “International Society of Incontinent Gum Swallowers”, a support group for people who compulsively swallow gum & piss themselves. Until that day arrives, he occupies his time with writing, photography, boozing, tail-chasing and occasional pugilism.