Monthly Archives: March 2018

I feel like I should apologize to everyone for everything because I feel like every step lately has been an awkward one foolish and stupid and people suspect how dumb I have become. I don’t know if this is medication … Continue reading →

To be honest, I shook. I quaked in anticipation thinking about the repercussions. I worried about them for a long while. I wasn’t sure if she’d take the big gesture in the spirit it was meant. There were so many … Continue reading →

I’m right-handed but left-sided if you know what I mean which you probably don’t. I write with my right hand I throw with my right hand badly, but I throw worse with my left which, I guess, is also the … Continue reading →

I don’t want to leave anything on the table but I’m pretty sure if I put everything out there just blow my wad all at once give you all I’ve got in one fell swoop it’ll just be too much … Continue reading →

I couldn’t find the kid for a good twenty minutes earlier today. She decided to take the bus instead of getting picked up but I didn’t know that not at first so with rising nerves I checked the late kids … Continue reading →

Tim says maybe the bad news is really good news just pushing some bad shit out of the way first. Maybe it’s better to face the shit head on rather than wasting some months trying to avoid it so you … Continue reading →

You know, thinking about it, I suspect you’ve been just a tad too hasty in your decision-making. Really, you don’t have enough information not to be in love with me. When you look at all this (make gesture, taking all … Continue reading →

Once upon a time, a baker’s dozen really meant something. Now, I go to Lenny’s on ninety eighth and I order myself twelve bagels and what do they do? They give me six extra bagels! You can’t trust no one … Continue reading →

It was Burgle with a bullet. It was Graydon with a gun. It was Heloise Horter in the Hall of Heroes at One Hundred Harper’s Way with a harpoon whip. What’s a harpoon whip? Reread chapter thirteen. It was the … Continue reading →

The little girl asks my favorite song, and in my current soppy state I say “Alison,” a classic tale of painful heartache and growing older and growing apart and possible premeditated violence. In the face of her blank stare, I … Continue reading →