Kevin Petrie
Website: http://www.lacuadraonline.comKevin Petrie will likely not be happy with this photo or biographical write up. But he's had months to submit an alternative photograph and to be witty. Instead, he's continued to get drunk and accrue terrible life experiences which he then crafts into some of the best writing we've come across in years. Kevin, who hails from the Pacific Northwest, has traveled and worked in Central America, South and South East Asia. He's wicked butch.
Stories by Kevin Petrie:
Traveler’s Journal – A Bull Elephant and a Baked Gringo
If one bears in mind the amount of marijuana I had smoked, my actions might seem slightly less retarded. Or not. Remove the influence of mind-altering substances and we probably wouldn’t have been hitchhiking through a civil war zone in the first place. Nor would we have decided to illegally enter… »
The Diddling Bartender – Making the Noodles With Grandma
Diddle: To insert ones fingers into a soft moist place and twirl rhythmically. To many this definition of ‘diddle’ may suggest a sexual connotation, but to me it simply says ‘Grandma’. Wait. Let me clarify. I’m talking about noodles here. Wait. Let me clarify further. I only diddle with Grandma on Christmas Eve. That still… »
Just Damn Funny – How the Angel Got On Top of the Christmas Tree
It wouldn’t be fair to describe my upbringing as Pagan. Paganism implies that one worships something, be it the Sun God Ra, the trickster Pan, or Zeus, God of Thunder and Lightning. No, my formative years were largely devoid of religion. Specifically, my family aligned itself with a brand of Unitarianism that required no actual… »
Terrible But True – One Night in Bangkok
When the rain comes down in Bangkok the grit and filth of Kho San Road isn’t washed away but pushed around. You wade through it as slur-pee cups and used condoms swirl around your ankles. Rats make for the high ground of dumpsters. The T-shirt sellers, trinket hawkers, prostitutes and tourists are pushed off the… »
Here The Author Lies – The Ballad of Vodka Rox
Smoke hung in the bar and wafted around between the clustered, colored lights like an addictive fog. David watched. It was pleasing. Other than that things were turning out pretty shit.
He sat and pondered the call he had received an hour earlier. Rox. It had been almost four months since he had heard anything from… »
Terrible But True – Free Range Pigeon
The pigeon trembled as I removed it from my backpack. I held it firmly, feeling its heartbeat and panicked respiration pulse between my fingers. It kept its head tucked between the raised rims of its wings and I wondered for a moment how I was going to get to its neck. I carried it into… »
Terrible But True – Ducks, Dope and Death
Darren was taken in the night, just after the slaughter. Howie remained, though he had suffered a head wound. Those who committed the crime were almost certainly still in the area, but would be nearly impossible to find, for hiding was among their myriad talents. We had only one option: wait. They would be back.
Katie… »
Traveler’s Journal – The Sea is Coming
I am reaching into my pocket to pay the ladies at the chai shop when the shouting begins. “The sea is coming! The sea is coming!” People are running past, down the path from the beach towards the Ashram. The sea is coming? What the fuck does that mean? I… »



