Author Archives: BULL Author

Old is Punk

Old is Punk

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What I didn’t say: that I remembered being sixteen, drinking until I vomited into the gutter, taking pills and swinging from the rafters below a Denny’s while my parents thought I was at a friends’ house.more

Waiting for It

Waiting for It

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The speaker says something about are you doing what you want in your life, or are you believing in yourself, or something along those lines, and I may as well have been struck by lightning, because the answer, I realize, in no uncertain terms is no, I’m not.more

Tuyen

Tuyen

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Jesus Christ, he’d say, throwing his head back. The eyes, he said. Ya had to bring the eyes back. Eyes are what make a guy, ya know? Jesus Christ almighty.more

Pool Brush

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It was just sitting there in plain view, exposed, vulnerable. There was nothing appealing about that bland, clear plastic handle and worn white bristles.more

My Father, My Uncle

My Father, My Uncle

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Something other than forgiveness for a con manmore

Two Stories

Two Stories

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In which we remember Chuck Kinder with madcap glee. Hey Honeymooners!more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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“He’s hiding from God,” she said.more

Both Nasty and Biblical

Both Nasty and Biblical

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It was what they had both wanted. Pulsing club music. Alan’s hands on the man’s hips. A bright smile with a wicked hook. When they kissed, it had been more like crashing. Collision.more

Lightning Over Pasadena

Lightning Over Pasadena

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The heavy rainfall had stopped, and the wide empty streets glistened with the changing colors of the traffic lights. It was almost midnight, but he never seemed to leave work earlier these days. Not that anyone waited up for him anymore, not after Alyson.more

Compliance

Compliance

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Someday we’ll talk about us, but today is not that day.more