"The Last Sitcom" by Lawrence Maddox, at Beat To A Pulp, 2013.
I remember reading a supposedly-true story (maybe in the I, Anonymous column of The Stranger?) about someone who found a cell phone on election night 2008. The owner had been texting and receiving viciously racist jokes. The finder composed a note in the owner's name confessing that his racism was a disguise for his sexual longing for Black men. He sent it to everyone on the owner's mailing list except his mother.
I was reminded of this by Maddox's story (freely available, by the way), about a sitcom writer who wanders into a computer cafe in L.A. and discovers that the previous user hadn't signed out. Turns out he was a member of a band called the Hillbilly Death Squad.
Doug, our alleged hero, decides to amuse himself by sending out some inappropriate emails in the name of the musician. As you can guess, bad things result.
It's a funny story, a sort of good luck/bad luck roller coaster as Doug and the musicians strive to get the upper hand. As for who wins, well, it isn't so much that have to find out for yourself, as that you have to decide for yourself.
