People want to be sportsmen because sportsmen are rich. People want to be artists because of money as well. If binmen became millionaires everyone would want to be a binman.… more
People want to be sportsmen because sportsmen are rich. People want to be artists because of money as well. If binmen became millionaires everyone would want to be a binman.… more
You are violent / You are male / You want something other than this nuclear warhead in your throat / You want to be rough / You want to be roughly fucked / You want to be doing the fucking / You want a thousand dollar excuse for this ogre in the mirror… more
People’s behavior is seldom as simple as some moral failing. Things like family, poverty, oppression, tradition, values and culture influence the situations people find themselves in. Even the worst characters want the same things we all want—joy, peace, love, and dignity.… more
I went into the debris field and found a piece of her, ignoring the screams of panic and the shouts of police commanding everyone to clear the area. I thought of Leila’s minister who always said about tragedy and darkness, why shouldn’t it happen to you? Why shouldn’t it?… more
An aspirationally masculine kind of name, one that’s at home on a lacrosse team roster or a fraternity or a finance internship, it’s probably supposed to make me feel inadequate, but instead it makes me feel insulated, grandfathered into this world.… more
You knew it was an emphatically bad idea to maintain a loaded weapon in a house with idiosyncratic domestic violence occurring on what seemed like a regularly scheduled basis, but you never had a say in the situation.… more
They scorched the earth, burned bridges, left women scorned and mothers weeping because wind moves and fire moves and water moves, and even earth moves. And their spirits were moved.… more
One strange thing about Fabio is that when he smoked with us in the parking lot he would tell us about this demon that visited him in dreams. What was even stranger was that Fabio was also somewhat of a ladies’ man amongst the MILFs of Brentwood, Los Angeles.… more
The problem with people dying slowly was that they had time to be dramatic about it, to throw things about, and start their heroic little fires, and instill a general sense of disorder. We supposed, in any case, that the dying were entitled to some amount of theatricality.… more
Everyone calls him Pigsnort. One word, not two. Almost like a real name. You struggle to remember his actual name, or question if you ever knew it. If every village has an idiot, then every school has a Pigsnort.… more