The End Of The Vampire Craze In New York City

Now, I actually have a whole bunch of new material & posts I’ve working on to launch on September 1st. But before I do, I wanted to get this out of the way. You can consider this the preamble to the launch of my new material.

I started writing The End Of The Vampire Craze In New York City in the late 1990s. It was my way of trying to make some sense of some very strange incidents indeed.

I then pushed the novel aside as I began a stint working at DC Comics. After that nearly 4-year experience and a subsequent nervous breakdown, I felt I was finally ready to finish the book.

By the mid-Aughts, it was completed. Outside of a publisher who wanted to add “roughly 6,000 words of fucking,” I didn’t get much traction on it. And indeed: I don’t know, it might really suck. It might really suck the big donkey dick.

But in defense of this mutant child I unexpectedly delivered in a bloody mess one East Village night in 2006—well, you see, it’s cursed.

The book is cursed. It’s cursed.

Now: what do I mean by that? Well, for starters it predicted—to such uncanny detail I had to subsequently change the name of at least one major character—significant events in my life that would follow its completion.

In fact, it was so scary-accurate that I tried to “beat” the “curse” by “re-booting” it in 2013 with a brand-new novel, remixing characters and situations in a way that I thought would “fix” things. That. Made. Things. WORRRRRRRRSSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That’s when I abandoned the entire project. Within the last few years, it still seems to have anticipated things not only in my life, but in some of the lives of the people I based some characters on. (Thinks…) Yep!, certainly did.

In fact, whatever occult energy I infused in this tome—oh yeah, I *did* experiment a little bit with a little of that too—seems to spur it to keep telling the “story” to this very day. In a way that sometimes makes me want, if I may be so indiscreet, to shit my pants. I don’t even primarily identify anymore with the original character I had identified with—which feels particularly disorienting and fucked-up. And if we want to extend some of the key metaphors to the present national/global situation…

At any rate: here it is. Free to download, in three neat little sections.

Caveat emptor.