August 12, 2012

Smog City 4 Cover

Smog City #4 will consist of a signed and numbered edition of 25
 with 3-color covers run on a Vandercook flatbed cylinder press,
as well as a standard print run with regular covers.

Smog City #4

March 18, 2012

Smog City Number 3 is now available.

The easiest way to do this is to order using Etsy...see that little box to your right? Keep looking...yeah, that's the one!

Otherwise...send $5 concealed cash, or your own publication in trade, to:

PO BOX 29753

Do NOT address your mail to "Smog City" as it will be returned by the P.O. Thanks.

January 15, 2012

Now available: SMOG CITY DIGEST!

This is a cute lil' 5X7 zine containing Chapters 1 and 2 of "The Night Snacker" (previously printed in Smog City #1 and #2) and a short story outtake from Smog City #3.

SMOG CITY DIGEST is a supplement intended to bring new readers up-to-date with past installments of ongoing serial stories like "The Night Snacker", and a place where I can put outtakes and rejects from our flagship publication SMOG CITY.

Send your own publication or letter of comment for trade, or send $2 concealed cash to:

PO BOX 29753

January 10, 2012

Smog City #3 is pretty much done--I'm just waiting for some specialty paper to arrive so I can finish the printing process.

October 19, 2011

New Logo Designs for Smog City #3

I've been busy with work and education-related stuff...still trying to squeeze in work on my print projects where I can. The next issue of Smog City should be out around or before Christmas as per the usual.

I've been teaching myself how to use Illustrator and have been experimenting with creating an actual logo for Smog City. This has got a bit of an 80s look to it...almost like a surf shop decal or something. I don't know that I'll be using either of these for the zine but I still thought I'd share.

May 24, 2011

Artwork Preview from SMOG CITY #3

This issue is a number of months away from being finished, but what the hell--here's artwork in progress for "The Night Snacker, Chapter 3":

April 03, 2011

New Review of Smog City #2 in Paniscus Revue

This “pulp litzine” shears away from the classic but cheap tradition of Xeroxed independent mags and goes for a layered, fold-out 6.25” x 10.25” format on two colors of quality paper. The meat of Smog City #2 is the Thompson-esque “Highway 126,” a tale of the south side of the law filled with random violence and dope, capped by an even more violent surprise ending. Guest contributor Dick Wegmans brings us an excerpt from “Smog City Diaries,” wherein he smokes dope, gets laid, and suffers almost indescribably from bagophobia. And the second chapter of “The Night Snacker” is the continuing story of the lengths to which our hard-drinking connoisseur will go for a beer. Tweaked vintage ads and photos fill in the blanks. There’s a curious contrast between the classy presentation and the hard-boiled, low-lived writing within, but it’s a damned good read, that’s for sure – this copy has been in the bathroom, on the nightstand, and a welcome distraction from TV in the living room. Wagons of Sin Press also publishes Wegmans’ amazingly perverse criminal romp The Cleft (previously reviewed here in Paniscus Revue), and if you haven’t caught that one yet, catch it now. Fucker.

March 17, 2011

January 20, 2011


 Please send five bucks carefully concealed cash to:

PO BOX 29753
Los Angeles, CA 90027

Sorry, I'm not accepting trades for this one. Inquire for overseas prices. Thanks.

September 23, 2010

A quick note....

I added front and back cover to the pdf of The Cleft. I put it on my Kindle earlier and it looks real good.


The Cleft - A Novel

Work continues on Smog City #2. It's coming along. Pics and ordering info to come soon.


September 19, 2010



I received a voicemail from a very frustrated Dick Wegmans late last night, urging me to make a pdf version of his book available for download, which I've done. You can follow the link above and put it on your Kindle, or whatever the hell you wanna do.

Here's Dick's message, transcribed:

(voicemail begins)

-Mulnix. Mulnix, you fucker...I worked my ass off on that novel. Blood, sweat, and tears.Sacrifice. Nailed to the cross day after day by writer's block, then getting up with a hangover and going to that goddamned teaching job at Valley College... dealing with all these Armenian kids snapping their gum and looking at me with those blank stares while I try to talk about  the Baghavad Gita... I can't take much more of this shit...and what are you doing to push my book? Nothing. A couple of reviews, big deal. And that book signing you set me up with in Hollywood? You didn't tell me it was gonna be at a porno shop. What the hell is that all about??! You had guys coming out of the booths and touching the books with the hands they just used to whack off, and you know what? I didn't sell one book, Mulnix, not ONE.

I was gonna drop some Mel Gibson epithets on you, but you're not a good lookin Russian broad....I wish you were....hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa...

Where's my money? Where's....(sound of bottles clanking)...where's my....cigarettes...

If you're not gonna pay me anything for this you might as well make it free. Let people download it so maybe somewhere out there a good literary agent will read it and I'll get back in the game. I was a Random House guy once upon a time. Maybe you don't realize that. This Mickey Mouse small-press crap isn't working for me. I'm a professional, Mulnix, you hear me? I'm better than this, goddammi--

(voicemail ends)


September 16, 2010

The Ongoing Saga of Smog City Magazine, Issue 2

Graphic from Smog City Magazine #2
I really ought to stop crowing about how the next issue of SMOG CITY is coming out soon...considering I mentioned somewhere earlier in this blog that it would be available about 3 or 4 months ago. I'll simply say this: it will be out very soon, hopefully by October 5th.

Hey asshole, you might say. Why not just post something when the G.D. thing is finished?

Listen: I need SOMETHING to write about here, and I'm not interested in going on about why I hate Lady GaGa, the consistency of my morning bowel movement, the long and involved history of the Punic Wars, why orange cats are a pain in the ass, or any other minutiae that fill my day.

Actually, that stuff might be more interesting than this...whining...but what the hell.

My feeling is that issues will come out at a bit faster clip after this one. The process has become more streamlined, and my understanding of Indesign is at a much higher level than with SC #1. We won't talk about how I put together that first issue with individual pdf, I won't torture you with that.

I've got a format that I'm happy with (slightly smaller than the first issue, but not the bound digest idea I was flirting with earlier this year--that sucked). Once I settled on the content, the design of this one was MUCH easier than the first time around.

I just realized I don't yet have a cover, though. ARRRGGGH.

October 5th, October 5th...

September 13, 2010

New review of THE CLEFT

By Nik Korpon of Outside Writer's Collective.

It’s refreshing to see a protagonist who is comfortable with themselves, with their proclivities, reveling in it even, even if in being their true self they are being a gigantic pervert. And it’s also refreshing (and a great writing feat) to see someone create a character who is, for the most part, disgusting in the eyes of the general public, but endearing enough to follow for 200+ pages. Enter Richard Wiggons.
Ricky Wiggons is a man on a mission, lurking in the darkened bars and churches and Gap stores of a Los Angeles that is some hellish amalgamation of Henry Chinaski, Philip Marlowe and Jeff Lebowski. He’s a man with an insatiable thirst for that holy grail of the female form: The Cleft (or, to those who aren’t part of The Brotherhood: the butt crack.) In his pursuit to slake his thirst for this cleft, he accidentally burns down a Gap store. Richard quickly flees, beginning an epic through dilapidated Mexican towns, rotting cantinas, whorehouses run by madams more unsavory than those in The Brotherhood.
But this isn’t the important part (it is, though, incredibly fun to read, and passes much faster than I wanted....(more at link above)

August 19, 2010

Boozin' and Bindin'

Quality craft brew, xacto knives, double-sided tape...the essentials of life.

Two or three frosty IPAs later: a stack of books is completed.

Only a few of the edition of one hundred are in yellow.

July 30, 2010

Short Rations: a 24 Hour Zine

Here's my 24 Hr Zine effort-- a prose poem called SHORT RATIONS. This is not the usual sort of thing I write, and I had fun with it... In fact, I wouldn't mind doing something like this again in the future--something fast and spontaneous and somewhat strange.

It's pretty small-- about, I don't know, ten pages or so. I plan on giving it away as a freebie with my other orders/trades. OR I'll just send a copy to anyone who asks. Comment here or e-mail me at

July 14, 2010

THE CLEFT - a novel. Now Available in Paperback.

Now Available: THE CLEFT, a 223 page novel in an attractive paperback edition.

Follow the misadventures of our lovable anti-hero Richard Wiggons as he stalks the nighttime city streets of Los Angeles looking for a peek, just a little peek, at God's own bounty: that which peeks from low-cut jeans: THE CLEFT.


Follow his nightmare journey through the underbelly of perverse America and the blood-soaked streets of Mexico. This one makes JOURNEY TO THE END OF THE NIGHT look like an installment of Sweet Valley High, folks.


Written by Dick Wegmans. Layout and Design by Eddie Mulnix. 223 pages, paperback.


Get your copy now for $7-- ALL POSTAGE PAID. You won't find a better deal than that! Just check out the paypal link at the top of the page.


June 14, 2010

Ad for HUMPBELT box set from the forthcoming issue of SMOG CITY

Just a quick little sneak peek. The box set isn't actually ready yet...but it will be. Very very soon.

May 17, 2010

The Greatness of the One Guy Who Bought Something From Me on Etsy.

I was checking in on my Etsy shop...yup, no sales. The usual. If I put out a feminist perzine, or if I made notebooks out of old cereal boxes, or if I made buttons that said things like "DIY FOREVER"...I'd surely be a bestseller in the world of Etsy.

Unfortunately, I write fiction, and you know how THAT goes.

Is this sour grapes? No. I understand why no one orders litzines. I wouldn't. I never have. Most of the amateur fiction you find in zines is unreadable - droll, cutesy crap, or over-dramatic self-indulgent narcissism, or  post-modern pretentious claptrap. I don't have enough time to read all of the truly GREAT writers, so why should I waste my time on rank amateurs?

Of course, I'm one of those amateurs. My work has its own problems. But I try not to think about whether or not my writing sucks on ice....I simply plug away. What else can one do?

Anyway, I'm erecting a shrine to the person who shelled over four bucks for my magazine...and I hereby declare that said person shall receive a complimentary copy of whatever I put out, forever.

Lucky him.

EDIT 7/31/10: I was half-joking in those last couple of paragraphs, but then decided to be a man of my word and indeed send this person a copy of everything I publish. After further review, however, I wonder if it might seem sort of stalkerish or strange. I'm still considering this matter. 


May 14, 2010

So I've been working on  THE CLEFT, a forthcoming novel by Dick Wegmans on which I've done the editing, proofreading, and design. It's essentially the story of a guy who's obsessed with what is colloquially known as the "coinslot". That's all I'm going to say.

I called Dick up last night. First thing he does when I ask him if he liked the cover art is start screaming at me about how he "can't get this fuckin' computer working". I drive over there to his charming (ha) little apartment in Van Nuys and check out his setup. He's got a Gateway computer from about 1996. The keyboard's covered in cigarette ash and bits of what looks like old Fritos. There are beer and coffee-stained manuscript pages strewn all over the garage-sale bought furniture and on the old wooden kitchen table where he works.

This is what I have to work with when it comes to Dick. He refuses to use e-mail, so he still mails me sheets of paper- like he's some pulp writer sending his stuff off to BLACK MASK in 1937. I mean, he's OLD, that's true, but not THAT old.

I gotta give it to the guy, though- he's a workaholic. Despite the drinking and the constant coughing and hacking that indicates to me certain incipient lung cancer, he keeps at that beat-up keyboard, pounding away- following his strange and perverse muse.

So anyway, I realize that the CD I sent him is useless, since his computer is so old it doesn't have a CD player installed. The guy's still running Win95. Don't ask. He's walking around sipping his coffee and grumbling and pissing and moaning. Luckily for me, I came prepared: I have a manila envelope with a print-out of the cover artwork in it. He takes a look at it and says "looks good, Mulnix, looks real good."

High praise coming from him, let me tell you.

Anyway, the book will be available soon. I suggested to Dick that he tweak a couple of parts near the end,which he wasn't crazy about, but still and all we continue to move forward to bring you the best in modern shitlit.

May 13, 2010

Humpbelt #2 and #3 Out Now

Humpbelt #2 is back in print; #3 is out now for the first time. These are stories that will eventually make up the sprawling and epic saga of the suburban desert town of Borax Hill... I like to think of it as my white trash homage to Sherwood Anderson's Winesburg, Ohio. (Statements like that last one I always regret later as unbelievably lofty and pretentious, but what-the-fuck-ever).

In June or so I'll be reprinting Humpbelt #1 and issuing the 3 stories in a super-limited boxed set. Order using the paypal link above, or at my Etsy store:


May 02, 2010

I'm Addicted... Futura. I'll admit it. Maybe I'm lazy, maybe I'm too conservative with my typeface choices...I don't know, and I don't care.

Futura makes everything better. 

Futura snuggles right up to Bodoni and rubs up against his leg and snaps the back of his underwear coquettishly.


Illustration from the back cover of HUMPBELT#3