The Cocaine Bros. #0--The First Mini-Issue

Hi guys.

This is the first installment of the Cocaine Bros, created by John Bruni and Myself. Originally, we were publishing on Tumblr, but that platform is a clickless nowhereland, and none of you are there. I'm assuming this is because it used to be a place for porno creeps. Honestly, they still have their playground there, but that's not why I use it. There are also a lot of art and poetry blogs there, and I'm going to see what those are all about soon. If it has any other bad rap, I have no idea what it is--I never did internet dirt. That always seemed like a joke to me, what with all the very real women and drugs I had around back then.

I should really stop telling you guys about my old life.

But what fun would that be?

And could another type really do the Cocaine Bros? I think not. 

What's this going to be? A critique on everything all species of Swine do. Tucker, you see, is a Maga, or at least he thinks he is. Magas like drugs, and they look to be taking power. Our Machiavellian friend Tucker aims to jump on that train and drive it himself. He is not intimidated by the likes of Trump or Musk. He sees them as idiotic cunts and has plans for them.

Hunter, on the other foot, doesn't give a flying fuck about shit. He just wants to tear things to pieces and do a lot of dope in the process. That's why he makes a great leg-breaker for his brother, the only person to whom he is loyal. But there's something else going on with him. I can't tell you what it is. If you are clever, you will guess. And there's something Tucker doesn't know about Trump and Musk...I can't tell you that yet, either.

Stick around, and you'll see it unfold.

Without further ado...












The presentation is a bit darker than I'd like, but I'm learning. This isn't the most excellent platform for a thing like this--it looks a hundred times better on Tumblr. Still, it's readable! And that's the root point.

What I really want is a site, but we can't afford that yet. Maybe soon. Everything is always subject to change. It is the one constant in existence. 

Thanks for reading! See you next time with either more CB or something equally twisted.

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