(Welcome to week five of the Friday Afternoon Serial. If you haven’t had an 
opportunity to read Chapters 1-4, we highly recommend doing so before delving forward into Chapter Five. Otherwise, enjoy. Pass it on. After the jump, Bobby Lee shares the stage with a comic book legend.) Continue reading
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The Friday Afternoon Serial Proudly Presents: Subhuman: Volume One, Chapter Four
(Welcome to week four of the Friday Afternoon Serial. If you haven’t had an opportunity to read Chapter One, Chapter Two or Chapter Three, we highly recommend doing so before delving forward into Chapter Four. Otherwise, enjoy. Pass it on. After the jump, an overdue confrontation.) Continue reading
The Friday Afternoon Serial Proudly Presents: Subhuman: Volume One, Chapter Three
(Welcome to week three of the Friday Afternoon Serial. If you haven’t had an opportunity to read Chapter One or Chapter Two, we highly recommend doing so before delving forward into Chapter Three. Otherwise, enjoy. Pass it on. After the jump, we flashback to a simpler time.) Continue reading
The Friday Afternoon Serial Proudly Presents: Subhuman: Volume One, Chapter Two
(Welcome to week two of the Friday Afternoon Serial. If you haven’t had an opportunity to read Chapter One, we highly recommend doing so before jumping forward to Chapter Two. Otherwise, enjoy. Pass it on. Shit gets real after the jump.) Continue reading
The Friday Afternoon Serial Proudly Presents: Subhuman: Volume One, Chapter One
(Welcome to the Friday Afternoon Serial, a new feature on IFB. Over the 
next 15 weeks, IFB will publish a chapter a week of Subhuman: Volume One, a novel by Bob Hill. The version you are about to read is raw and unvarnished. We hope you enjoy it.)
Photo Credit: Bob Hill
Coming This Week: The Friday Afternoon Serial
SUBHUMAN: VOLUME ONE
BY BOB HILL
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Photo Credit: Bob Hill
What I Did Not Find in Liberty Plaza
It was quiet in Zuccotti Park during the days before the reckoning. These
were the halcyon times, shortly before the Mayor and his minions brought down the hammer, transforming tent city into a demilitarized zone … a deflated wasteland of anger, resentment and fear.
This was way back in the waning days of October, just before the winds of change blew cold, and the sense of impending doom grew pungent. It would be fair to say that – by then – Occupy Wall Street had already exceeded any and all reasonable expectations, for the simple reason that – from the outset – there really were no expectations … just a swarming cluster of ne’er-do-wells, who most pundits assumed were either too young, too smug, or too green to take this thing where it needed to go.