Monthly Archives: November 2017

I went to see that band you mentioned the other day. They were not very good. They were, in fact, really quite not very good. If I were to list the top ten bands I have seen in the last … Continue reading →

Is there a pill that targets negative thoughts and isolates them and erases them from the skull? Like a focused lobotomy or a more specific variant of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? Is there a way that movie science … Continue reading →

You’re old and weathered and weakening as you work bones into nubs and get numb. You’re aging and getting worse. Now we are forty and more and each day ends like the last with a crawl to the couch and … Continue reading →

I could tell it was awkward for him. He didn’t want to have this conversation with me. He wasn’t sure what to think or whom to believe so he didn’t even ask for my side of the story. He simply … Continue reading →

I’ve been a bad boy for most of my life. I’ve been rude to most every girlfriend or wife. I sent sexual texts in all circumstances and grinded on girls at each plural dances. The number of stares, glares and … Continue reading →

She said, "You know, maybe you shouldn’t pop up on my block unannounced. People might get uncomfortable." When she said "people," she was referring to herself. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. I just wanted to see her. I … Continue reading →

She was my tutor and I was a terror. I would not listen. I would not behave. I would not explain why I, a perfectly adequate math student, would avoid the assignments and instead seek to wrestle my instructor. I … Continue reading →

I didn’t want to do it. I was upset with her. She’d made me feel small and jealous and unappreciated and I also didn’t want to get in trouble with her parents. But she quietly crept in and joined me … Continue reading →