Author Archives: Ben Drevlow

Flipped

Flipped

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The movie took on a dissolving pattern, the square screen going soft at the corners, rounding off and he thought not of what he’d done, but what he hadn’t done. And more about what he still could do to balance all that had happened.more

I Peed on my Hand, Amen

I Peed on my Hand, Amen

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its just like peeing. it is peeing, what am i talking about, why am i narrating this? i started peeing, missed the cup, and realized i didn’t even know where it was coming from. i wasn’t sure whether to be disgusted or panickedmore

ALL HAIL THE TOFU KIDS

ALL HAIL THE TOFU KIDS

Moans from the Condiment Fridge

The enormous, stinking, crap filled the room. Growing bigger, busting pipes, and soiling sheets, the table in front of me smelled like Patchouli was holding onto its last astrology chart.more

Curve Ball

Curve Ball

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All these years on the road and I’ve never done anything like that before. What really unnerves me is how I barely feel guilty.more

A Company Man

A Company Man

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My supervisor, Brian Waggingham, says that Olfactory Response Experts are like taste-testers or test-drivers. Instead of dipping fries in new condiments at Craft-Heinz or taking the latest Audi for a spin around a track, we smell cat feces and urine.more

Swords

Swords

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That night I jammed my erect penis into the opening of Dad’s new wife’s minced garlic jar and put it back in the fridge, so I guessed we were even.more

The Bright Divide

The Bright Divide

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An ant crawls across the patio table. You fix your eyes. The bug starts to move away; you press with your thumb. The ant’s legs writhe from its crushed body. When I asked why, you say you weren’t done looking at it yet.more

LAY OUT

LAY OUT

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He thought then that was true, that he was done, and he did not know then as he knew now that he had known then without knowing it that going—finishing and leaving—was something.more

Barricade

Barricade

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Prominent signage warned that the home was protected by “Smith and Wesson,” and the owner had six good reasons to stay away. Walter Jesup didn’t need to spray and pray. He was a crack shot ever since his service days.more

Monster

Monster

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It wasn’t so bad, once we got used to the smell of raw meat and the odd disappearance when one of us pissed her off and the utter, brutal ruthlessness of Tyra Banks.more