Monthly Archives: April 2017

She was beautiful and acted it in that self-knowing way that made it unlikely she knew how to pay for drinks or wait on a velvet rope or how to hear “No.” I was no help in teaching her trying … Continue reading →

This has just been a whirlwind of sex and drugs and amazing experiences. I really loved your band’s gig last night and the way you looked at me during that cover made everything all the more perfect. I’m so glad … Continue reading →

I can’t seem to get it up anymore. Seems like I’ve gone off the deep end and like far too many intriguing things. My tastes are so selective it’s hard to do anything without it being extreme and painful. What … Continue reading →

The sign read “Deliveries Only,” not “Believers Only,” as I’d originally thought but neither seemed to apply to me so I left the place alone.

He got out of his car and punched my side mirror, shattered reflections strewn across the street, frame hanging on by a wire. He returned to his car, reversed, going one way the wrong way, before speeding straight ahead past … Continue reading →

I am trying to prove to the tyrannical eight year old with whom I spend my time that pears are an offshoot of apples but the World Wide Web has proven little to no use to me in this regard. … Continue reading →

My father and I visited Fire Island one junior high school summer. We stayed at my uncle’s, but it was just me and Dad there celebrating that almost-Autumn weekend. We sat on the bay where my dad could sunbathe and … Continue reading →

There’s less romance in first class because there’s more space more opportunity to live our separate lives in our own individual bubbles. I don’t want that for us because you look special. You look amazing. You look like this girl … Continue reading →

Sometimes you must give up your best ideas. On certain days you have to accept that it’s not going to work that the tone isn’t fitting or the timing isn’t right or you don’t have the chops to execute it. … Continue reading →

I didn’t thank you for the napkins you gave me to sop the sweat from my wettened brow because in my experience they leave little pieces of paper all over my scalp even when it’s dried. Your little napkins cause … Continue reading →