Cody Lee

Sunday Stories: “Passivity, or Dustin Müller” vol1brooklyn.com/2023/07/02/sun…

@joncappetta @HIGH_TIMES_Mag @Hollandbuds Thanks, @joncappetta super excited to be part of the team. Congrats @Hollandbuds ! 🤙

ladies & gents, it is with great pleasure that i introduce you to @HIGH_TIMES_Mag’s new editors, @Hollandbuds, who will be serving as our Editor in Chief, and @codyleechicago, our new web editor. please give me a hand in welcoming them into our fold!

@_joseolivarez Bro you have to add balsamic and a little spicy brown mustard. Game changer

@ChicagoRevBooks Thanks 😊

@OcqueocSAM This is beautiful, thank you for sharing

@timmoore19 agreed

Height or GTFO (and author if their books are the same height!!!)

@OcqueocSAM @longdaypress Thank you so much for reading, Shannon! Glad you enjoyed it.

@kevinsterne fuck yeah!

@NoRestNick legs or hot dogs

@codyleechicago faucet photograph

hope everyone had a good weekend

@dt_robbins @hobartpulp Hey, thanks man! Much love

This story by @codyleechicago in @hobartpulp today is one of the best things I’ve read in a minute. Every word, so good. hobartpulp.com/web_features/s…

@timmoore19 how/when can we get all of the Chicago booksellers of color together?

@kendracanyou yo! Just finished the book! It's so good. I'm so happy. If you're ever in Chicago and wanna do a reading let me know and I'll set up an event at City Lit Books!

Pardon the interruption, but something rather strange just occurred outside of my window…

About 20 seconds ago, a small silver alien from planet X32~!!w+oom zapped onto my very-residential block located on the northside of Chicago.

It looked around at all of the apartment buildings and wondered whether to eat or kiss them.

I could tell what it thought b/c thought-bubbles popped out of its ears, and floated off into the sky.

& a young man on fire ran down the street, asking where his friends were. He didn’t seem too upset, though, just lost.

Two and a half miles away…

Mr. Malcolm Schmidt had just woken up from a nightmare. It was a big day in his world. In t-minus two hours, he would be prosecuting the murderer of his own wife: something that wasn’t usually allowed, but at this point, anything goes.