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Originally published in Kallisti Komics and the Black Hole Literary Review in 1982 through 1991. This series enraged several local cults. Everyone thought I was writing about them. Actually, I was just having fun. It finally ended up in a heated confrontation with the treasurer of the local Krishnas in 1989. When he found out that I had no bone to pick with Krishnas or any other group, he lightened up. He finally got the joke. Krishnas are still my favorite group for a free veggie Thanskgiving banquet. Most of the people and plots are surprisingly real, although I had to change a lot of names. The biggest problem I had in those days was that everyone in the neighborhood was certain that the Black Hole Coffee House was a cult, and that I was some mad Charlie Manson type. What was the Black Hole? Jane Durrell, head of publicity for the Art Museum described it this way: "Bill, you have the only true salon in Cincinnati." At that point I felt Gertrude Stein could move her fat dead rug- munching butt over and give me room. It's too hard to hard code the links here. Just click on what you want over on the left.
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