Simone was disappointed that the man hadn’t caught the innuendo, and only then did she notice that he was wholly unattractive. His bald, flaking head peaked in a dull point like a snow-capped mountain, while his cheeks sagged like a basset hound’s. The legs exposed by his tight brown shorts were pale and hairy, and they were riddled with varicose veins, almost what you would expect to see on Frankenstein’s monster if he ever showed his legs on screen.

It smells like something is about to be built. Created. There is absolutely no reasoning behind that connection. It’s not like things get built more often while it rains. Quite the opposite is true, really; construction generally slows down or stops if there’s too much rain. It makes sense to me, though.

Briefly stated, this is the continuation and conclusion of an interview with A D Jameson begun last week. – Matt

He was drinking white wine, and lots of it. He’d ordered a bottle at the start of the meal, a festive touch, I thought initially; but he proceeded to down glass after glass of it without offering me any. With each glass, his monologues grew more reflective and vaguely offensive. An hour passed, then another. I should have left, but I felt paralyzed. I could do nothing but nod my way through everything he said.

I don’t want there to be too much ado to this introduction. A D Jameson has had quite a year so far, publishing a collection of short stories, Amazing Adult Fantasy; a novel, Giant Slugs; and continuing to write prolifically and thoughtfully for the group literary blog Big Other. His short story “5000 Units of Product” was also our May 1st Featured Fiction at Untoward. In the midst of all that he was able to answer a few of our questions regarding all these things and more. What follows is …

Otto was not a stereotypical ‘hunchback assistant to the mad scientist.’ He was 6’4” tall, and tucked tightly into an immaculate tuxedo. “Hello, my name is Otto,” he instantly intoned. “I enjoy cantaloupe in abundance, and long walks on the beach. My turn-offs include insincere people and mind games.”

For the sake of clarity it is perhaps time to describe the hair that Josiah kept on his face and surrounding regions. It was not so much that our hero liked, or had any feelings about beards, rather Josiah did not in any way care about his physical appearance. And so the hair grew unabated, but not in the pattern generally associated with masculine facial hair, more in the style of animal-pelt rug with a lot of cigarette burns in it. Massive tufts of thick, coarse hair protruded from certain parts of his face and neck. Almost as if in recompense for the hair’s thickness, there were large patches that were entirely bald, and no matter how long the hair grew it never covered this skin.