Sad Guy Alone in Bar Not as Endearing as Bruce Springsteen Would Have One Believe

BAYONNE, N.J. — Rooney’s Tavern resident sad guy John Russo is reportedly nothing more than a lonely, pathetic alcoholic, despite matching the description of every subject in a Bruce Springsteen song.

“John’s here when the place opens and stays until closing,” remarked bartender and owner Bill Rooney as he called a cab for Russo. “He’s always here by himself and drinks silently while watching TV. I thought maybe he had some interesting stories about his past, but every time I’ve tried to engage him in conversation, he just nodded or gave me a one word reply. If I’m going to watch a guy drink himself to death, I’d appreciate it if he at least had some stories about getting laid off from the hammer factory or something.”

Those who grew up with Russo corroborated Rooney’s observation, noting that the 38-year-old has never left Northern New Jersey or engaged in any activity that would make him the type of working class hero Springsteen often sang about.

“People always ask me if John is drinking alone all the time because something traumatic happened to him, but that’s not the case,” noted longtime friend Frank Madigan. “His family was pretty typical middle class and really supportive: after high school he joined the Army, but they kicked him out after he couldn’t finish basic, so it’s not like he’s seen combat or the VA fucked him over. He’s always just been kind of a loser.”

Indeed, loved ones claim that at no point in his life has Russo even attempted to try and lift himself up from the cycle of failure and mediocrity, like so many subjects of the Boss’s classic songs.

“I think I might’ve respected him more if he’d turned to a life of crime — we live in Jersey, so it wouldn’t have been difficult,” said ex-wife Angela Rossi. “I told him my brother had some ‘connections’ and could help us out under the table, but [Russo] seemed resigned to working a series of dead-end odd jobs. I can respect someone who has never accomplished anything if they were at least trying, but John just seems content to live like this. If he hadn’t got me pregnant, I’d have never married him.”

Springsteen could not be reached for comment, but a spokesperson indicated that Russo was more of a “Bon Jovi type.”

Guy Alone at Show Stoked to See Long Line at Bathroom

TACOMA, Wash. — Local music fan Don Glenswig was elated last night to discover a long line for the bathroom in which to waste time while attending a show by himself.

“This bad boy is at least like, 12 people deep,” said a visibly relieved Glenswig of the restroom line that would allow him to look inconspicuous as a lone show-goer. “We’re talking one, single-serving, unisex bathroom, baby!”

Glenswig, who had only left home to see the bill’s middle band, We Were The Accidents, had been nervously wandering the venue for a short time before discovering the long wait.

“I bribed the sound guy to tell me exactly when [We Were The Accidents] would go on, but they must be running behind schedule,” he explained. “And when I saw the owners got rid of the Mortal Kombat II machine, I started to panic. But if I let a couple people go ahead of me, this line should get me all the way through soundcheck.”

Glenswig, whose few friends mostly had early work or kids at home, acknowledged the modern challenges of passing as someone not completely alone.

“Blending in by yourself isn’t as easy as it used to be,” Glenswig said. “The ‘looking at your phone’ angle is played out. People are on to it, and they know whoever you’re pretending to text isn’t coming. I’ve had to get creative — I hate cigarettes, but I’ve actually taken up smoking so I can stand against the wall outside without looking like a creep. One time I even grabbed a broom from the bar and made myself useful.”

“If you got time to lean, you got time to clean,” he added.

The 34-year-old man ultimately admitted that, despite their communal nature, he is less interested in the social aspect of concerts as time goes on.

“At this point in my life, I’m not even really looking to meet new people when I go out,” Glenswig claimed. “I know what I like, and I want to see it and go home. But who knows, I’ve enjoyed talking to you. What are you doing after this? You want to get some nachos?”

When reached for comment, none of the concert’s other attendees had taken note of Glenswig’s presence whatsoever.

Epic Picks Up a Few Games in Steam Sale

CARY, N.C. — Epic Games has capped off a busy few months of growth for the Epic Games Store by splurging on a few cool new titles they bought from Steam during a recent sale. The shopping spree was confirmed by CEO Tim Sweeney who took to Twitter to show off all the great deals his company scored, thanks to the “little bit of extra money” he happened to have this year.

“I’d been hearing some really good things about games like Falcon Age and Tetris Effect for a while, so I figured I’d wait for them to go on sale to check them out,” Sweeney explained, scrolling through a folder on his computer and showing off the legal documents entitling him to his recent purchases. “I ended up buying a BUNCH of cool games from Steam. I’m really excited to play some of these once I figure out how to launch them in the EGS client.”

Not only did Epic fill their backlog with indie hits like Journey, they also decided to put some pre-orders down on some of 2019’s most anticipated games. Sweeney told his followers that he couldn’t wait to play the highly anticipated Shenmue 3 later this fall, and promised to stream it for all the game’s Kickstarter backers who might not be able to secure a copy.

While the sale has been fruitful for Epic, other bargain hunters have had to scrounge for deals. Even Steam themselves have resorted to desperate measures by finally picking up Destiny 2.

“Honestly, it’s pretty annoying,” Google CEO Sundar Pichai explained. “I was hoping to get some new games for the Google Stadia, but Epic just beat us to all the good deals. The only thing I managed to get on sale was Orcs Must Die 3… whatever that is. Leave some games for the rest of us!”

Despite the criticism, Sweeney says that Epic doesn’t plan to stop deal hunting anytime soon. However, Sweeney did complain that buying games one by one was becoming time consuming, noting that Epic plans to start buying entire development studios at once to avoid the need for a shopping cart.

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San Francisco Couple Loves How Orange Leaves Look on Homeless Person

SAN FRANCISCO — A young San Franciscan couple enjoyed the beginnings of autumn this weekend, relishing the sight of a homeless person in the Mission district covered in a dazzling plumage of orange, yellow, and magenta leaves, confirmed a woman passing by on a rented scooter.

“This is, hands down, my favorite time of the year,” noted Google employee Allegra Yates. “When my fiancé Digby [Howard] and I strolled past that homeless man and his vibrant kaleidoscope of fall leaves, it struck me that during these few precious months, even the most repellent of gross stuff can exude beauty if you look for it.”

Soon after the couple moved along, a man riding a recumbent bicycle halted swiftly to view the leaf-covered man.

“Usually nothing stops me on my daily trek from my luxury condo over to Starbucks for a heavenly maple pecan sandie and a snickerdoodle-infused, pumpkin spiced latte with almond milk… but sometimes, you have to take time to enjoy the little gifts nature gives us,” prattled local gluten-free restaurant magnate Barnaby Radcliffe. “And the way the light dances off of the leaves and onto his urine-soaked sweatpants is sublime. I may just forget the latte and grab my canvas and pencils for a late morning sketch.”

The deciduous homeless man undergoing his annual seasonal changes agreed to comment.

“I miss the ’80s, when people would just walk past and ignore me,” lamented homeless veteran George Nelson. “Now all they do is bother me and ask to pose with me for pictures because they like how the leaves look. Someone actually told me, ‘I’m jealous of the life you chose. It’s so courageous.’ Then they didn’t even pay me for posing with them! Cheap yuppie assholes.”

Later, a parade of young professionals stopped to gawk at the man veiled in a blanket of richly-hued leaves, ignoring the hat the man set out for money and instead handing him coupons for a local bakery, along with paper bags to replace his plastic ones.

Review: Joker Is a Pointless Snoozefest That Barely Inspired Me to Shoot Anyone

If you are looking for the spark that will ignite the flame of incel revolution, look elsewhere.

When I bought my ticket to see “Joker” opening night I was expecting a gritty standalone character study; a modern retelling of Scorsese’s “Taxi Driver” exploring themes of rejection, isolation, and vengeance. I was expecting a film that would activate and radicalize me as an involuntarily celibate white male. I was expecting to charge out of that theater guns blazing, mowing down anyone and everyone in my path in a blind fever of anarchistic rage.

What I got instead was a messy exercise in compromise and pseudo artistic fan service. By the time “Joker’s” confusing and boring third act reached its impotent conclusion I could barely keep my eyes open, let alone slaughter dozens in a fit of misplaced rage. My Rating: Two thumbs (that have never touched a woman no matter how nice I am) down.

Joaquin Phoenix certainly doesn’t phone it in. It could be argued that his performance is the only part of the movie that even comes close to making me want to punch someone. Like, it’s good. It’s just not ‘I am the supreme gentlemen and you will all suffer for ignoring me’ good.

Both in plot and politics, this movie is all over the map. The Joker kills wall street guys and starts Antifa because conservatives cut the funding for his medication, but then the city likes him and he gets a girlfriend but then that’s made up but he’s Batman’s brother but not really? Look movie, just tell me who to point the gun at!

Oh also, I forgot- spoiler alert.

I wanted to like this movie enough to kill. I really did. And I am a notoriously impressionable viewer! Remember when “Fight Club” inspired people to start their own fight clubs? Well, it inspired me to shoot people.

Even the few people I did shoot as a direct result of watching Joker could tell my heart wasn’t really in it. It just couldn’t be helped. Throughout “Joker’s” grueling two hour run-time so little happens that I don’t think I even killed four people afterwards.

Well, at least we finally got to see Bruce Wayne’s parents die.

National Park Service Designates Florida Everglades as Level 17-35 Questing Zone

THE EVERGLADES, Fla. — This morning the National Park Service announced that the Florida Everglades would be officially designated as a level 17-35 questing zone as part of the upcoming Sunshine State expansion.

“I think players are going to love the variety of content we’ve included in the Everglades zone,” said NPS Deputy Director David Vela. “We’ve got some of my favorite quest lines in the country, two amazing 5-man instances, and some groundbreaking new features that we’re excited to roll out soon. Whether you’re fighting off a horde of Addled Face-Eaters in the Underground Meth Lab dungeon, or farming invasive Burmese Pythons to unlock the epic alligator mount, this zone is sure to have something for everyone.”

The Everglades zone is the first of four new playable locations set to release next summer. The expansion will include new class specializations such as “Gator Hunter” and “Mostly Cuban,” a Florida Man world boss encounter, and the first government-sanctioned player-versus-player action since 1865.

“Thanks to the high political division and lax Florida gun laws, the Everglades will be our first open-world PvP area, where players can battle faction versus faction as they fight for control of the zone,” Vela continued. “Republican players will be working to destroy portions of the wetlands to build industrial developments, while Democrat players will be doing the same but pretending to feel bad about it.” 

Vela noted that, depending on player feedback, the rest of the country could be open for PvP as soon as November, 2020. The NPS has assured players that while temperatures in the area may be uncomfortably high, the zone will still be fully traversable on foot.

“The heat won’t kill you,” Vela clarified. “However, the humidity will.”

Some players have expressed concern at the expansion’s seeming focus on low and mid-level content, but the developers claim that they haven’t forgotten about their most dedicated fans.

“We know that most players in Florida are at or near the level cap,” Vela said with a wink. “And for those players, I have two words that should excite you: Shuffleboard Raid. That’s all I can say for now!”

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Attempt to Sneak Keg Into Show Not Going Well

PITTSBURGH — Local man Kevin Cole and his friends failed again moments ago attempting to sneak a keg into a DIY venue, according to sources gleefully watching the men struggle.

“These places always jack up the price for beer, and we had this keg from a house show we ended up cancelling… so I figured, fuck it, let’s bring it,” reported Cole as he smoked in front of the venue. “Getting it in has been a bitch, though — I figured we’d have my buddy Steve strap it to his back, wear a trench coat and say he was a hunchback. But he kept bitching about how he thinks he slipped a disc and that his feet are numb, so we scrapped that. We then dressed it up in glasses, a hat, and Misfits shirt and tried to sneak it in… but the bouncer asked for its ID.”

Witnesses report the group tried increasingly drastic measures — including the use of a pulley to get the keg on the roof, and a catapult to slide it through a vent.

“I’ve been working the door here for years now and I’ve seen just about every attempt people could make to sneak in alcohol,” said bouncer Mike Avery. “I know these guys see me as an authority figure, but I wish they wouldn’t insult my intelligence with this idiotic spectacle — at one point, they all showed up in matching jumpsuits and fake mustaches and claimed they were delivering the keg. But when I told them deliveries go around the back and usually occur much earlier than now, they just sort of panicked and ran.”

Security footage shows the group eventually took a break to drink some of the beer and refocus, and quickly realized they were lacking the necessary equipment to use the keg.

“Yeah, [Avery] told me about these assholes and to keep an eye out for them,” said bartender Stacey Madison. “Not long after, this nervous looking guy came up and asked for six cups. I told him that we don’t just give people cups… and then, about 10 minutes later, another guy comes up and asks to borrow a tap. They really thought I couldn’t put two and two together.”

At press time, two members of the group were hospitalized after the rope hoisting the keg to the roof snapped and crushed them.

Alchemist Opened Shop to Sell Potions, Not Gossip

FAERUN — Local alchemist Aberforth Andross originally opened his shop, Nature’s Nurture, to sell potions to local townsfolk and travelers, not gossip about what’s going on around town, the frustrated shop keeper said earlier this week. 

“I opened this shop so that I could use my skills to help people,” the alchemist said, standing next to a bubbling cauldron. “Never in all my years at the academy did I think that I would spend 12 hours per day telling heavily armed travelers about roving goblins in the hills outside town and only selling one potion a month.” 

Andross claimed that making his potions, tinctures and tonics had gotten more expensive, and without much income coming in, he didn’t know how long he would be able to stay open. 

“Some of these ingredients cost a ton to procure, and others take a lot of time to hunt down,” Andross said while stirring shriveled toadstool and bat wings into a brew, ignoring a long line of adventurers waiting to ask him if he has heard about any rumors. “And when I’m barely bringing in any coin, I have to dig into my own pockets to keep the shop from closing. Some days I can’t even feed myself. I’m not made of gold.”

While discussing local news wasn’t something he refused to do outright, Andross hoped to balance the gossip with healthy business.

“Look, I don’t mind telling travelers that the necromancer Zalaabar raised an army of zombies to terrorize some farmers,” he added. “But could you just buy one potion? Please? Even just ordering a small black coffee would help.” 

Burg Goldenhorn, a traveler with massive, spiked shoulder pads, a horned helmet and a large, double-bladed axe that once belonged to an immortal demo prince, admitted he didn’t really need any actual items from the potion shop. 

“Burg no need potion to heal. That silly,” he grunted through a thick underbite. “Burg travel with priest. Burg need information to avenge sister death. Necromancer kill sister.” 

At press time, Andross was restocking the empty shelves after being “robbed blind” in the night, which the alchemist said happens “at least once per week.”

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Punk Working 12 Years at Wells Fargo Still Claims to be Taking Down Banking Industry From Inside

CINCINNATI — Self-described anarcho-punk and Wells Fargo bank teller Gary Morin claimed again today that he only took his job 12 years ago to bring down the banking industry from the inside, incredulous punk sources confirmed.

“Back in like, 2008, Gary got busted for spray painting some cop cars and needed money fast. He took the first job he could to pay the fines, and his dad managed Wells Fargo branch, so he started there that week,” said punk Rochelle Nunez. “[Gary] says he stuck with it even after his debts were paid off so he could ‘expose the evil, inner workings of the bank’ — but it doesn’t seem like he’s making any progress. He claimed last week he’ll be ready to ‘unmask the fatcats’ when his 401k fully matures. I don’t even know what that means.”

Former roommate Aidan Goldsmith detailed Morin’s gradual change from, “The proletariat have nothing to lose but their chains,” to, “Guess who got an Amazon gift card for meeting his sales goals?”

“It happened so fast — he’d say, ‘Check out this tie, it’s argyle. Isn’t it great… like, ironically?’ And, ‘Oh, man… imagine if I moved into that new condo building they just built, but as a joke?’ Soon enough, he was gone,” said Goldsmith. “Sure, Gary’s tried to keep in touch, but it isn’t quite the same. Once, he came to a house show after work, but he was still in a suit. Everyone thought he was a cop and booked it out the back door.”

Despite his friends’ claims that he’s “in too deep,” Morin insisted he’s still “punk as fuck.”

“Just because I cover my tattoos, drive a Tesla, and have a 12 handicap doesn’t mean I’m not punk,” said Morin. “None of my friends understand the dedication I have to destroying these institutions — like, the other day, I took a 35-minute break instead of 30 minutes. And on Saturday, while golfing with the President of the Rotary Club, I got him a Coke instead of Pepsi from the snack bar. I mean, it was because they didn’t have Pepsi and I apologized to him, but I bet it he was still peeved, you know?”

At press time, Morin was assuring his friends that he fully intends to bring the corrupt and immoral banking system to its knees as soon as he pays off his 30-year mortgage.

Man Cheers Up Depressed Girlfriend With Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner in Bed

MECHANICSVILLE, Va. — Local sous chef Timothy Devino tried to cheer up his potentially depressed girlfriend Jordan Meyer yesterday by serving her breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the bed she can’t bring herself to get out of, sources familiar with the couple report.

“I hoped bedside eggs Benedict might start her day on the right foot, but she muttered something about Benedict being a ‘traitor’ and rolled away from me to face the wall. Clearly, she wasn’t a fan of hollandaise, so I whipped her up some New England clam chowder for lunch… and when that didn’t work, I grilled a 14 oz. ribeye smothered in a raspberry reduction for dinner,” said Devino, putting the finishing touches on an Ombre Rosette Cake. “My presentation has always been mediocre, but I think she’ll perk up if I can just improve my plating a bit. Right?”

Although Meyer has repeatedly rebuffed Devino’s attempts to provide her sustenance, she allegedly hasn’t gone hungry.

“Will scrumptious clam chowder give me a single reason to not just ghost my stupid barista job until they fire me?” asked Meyer, scraping a spoon along the bottom of a gallon of Breyer’s Vanilla Caramel Gelato Indulgences ice cream. “No. Not even the perfect ratio of potatoes, water, clam juice, bouillon, pepper, cream, and thyme will bring any tangible purpose to my pointless, dead-end life.”

While Devino prepares and serves each dish of his own volition, stemming from genuine care for his girlfriend, not all relationship experts agree with his approach.

“Look, she doesn’t need unconditional love from her boyfriend or others in her life she’s close to,” said self-proclaimed “love guru” Hannah Madsen. “All she needs is to run a few laps on the treadmill… or honestly, just suck it up and get over it. Also, she should definitely not eat any cupcakes. God, I’d stab you in the taint for a cupcake right now.”

As of press time, Devino was preparing some Parisian-style popcorn for Meyer to enjoy while watching “Donnie Darko” for the seventh time since Thursday.

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