Mid-town’s annual Cooper Young Festival is a tragedy unfolding in slow motion. The unbearable profusion of art and music and sheer partyophilia is bad enough itself, but even worse is insidious way that volunteers and do-gooders seem to … Continue reading →
It had been a long day at the Cooper Young Fest. I had cured countless people of their repulsive partyofilia, and as a brief and entirely insufficient reward for my services, I let my mighty mind wander for a … Continue reading →
As I made my rounds through the Cooper Young Infest, curing hordes of hapless revelers from the dreaded plague of Partyophilia, I kept a sharp eye out for associate therapists to add to my corporate stable. I am … Continue reading →
Even at group therapy sessions as large as the Cooper Young Festival, I –Doctor Harold Toboggans – am always on the lookout for potential therapy affiliates, people with the proper skill, courage, and attitude to carry the Toboggans therapy … Continue reading →
It was September 19th and the skies were overcast like the congealed neuroses of a suffering city. That city was Memphis, and underneath the covering clouds wandered thousands upon thousands of victims, packing the streets of Cooper Young, … Continue reading →
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