Monthly Archives: June 2017

Bruce Springsteen chortles. Joseph Heller sounded like some borscht belt immigrant. Truman Capote spoke in that faggy dog-pitched voice. Heroes don’t always sound the way you want. You won’t always sound the way you want or act the way you … Continue reading →

Let’s see if it makes sense this way: This is a lemon. There is no more pulp to squeeze. There is no juice left at all. We have gotten all we can in terms of liquid from this lemon. There … Continue reading →

So I’m surprised this hasn’t come up before but it’s going to be a lot harder for you to ever fall in love with me if you never return my calls. But maybe you have a different plan. Maybe you … Continue reading →

I can’t believe you, that you would reject me in this most heinous way. I offered to buy you a sandwich of the finest meats and bread and you reply with a disinterested “I’ll think about it”? “I’ll think about … Continue reading →

That’s it! I’m through. No longer will I just allow these snide and sarcastic comments to escape my lips. I am sick to death of the bastard in my body constantly needling, getting under everybody’s skin and leaving me hated … Continue reading →