![]() However, the thrill of the unknown excites them, growing their new hobby into something akin to praying at the altar of a roadside funhouse. Each time the hole spits them back out, augmented in ways neither is prepared to see or understand. They test its boundaries, tossing in various objects: a jar of insects, a mouse, a severed hand, a camcorder. Could it be a black hole, an orifice, a fissure, or maybe even a portal? It has many names but only one sticks: The Funhole. Tucked away in the second-floor storage room is a hole that confounds and fascinates their creative acumen. But that would all change when they discover a secret hidden within Nick?s rundown apartment building. And Nakota serves as a barmaid at Club 22, doling out drinks to career alcoholics. Nick wastes his time in the role of assistant manager, longing for the day when his haikus can generate a payday. ![]() ![]() Would-be poet and Video Hut employee, Nicholas Reid, and his on-again, off-again girlfriend, Nakota, are the apathetic loners of a society indifferent to their artistic aspirations. Limited first edition, first printing - new and unread. ![]()
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