A thousand lost dogs turn up at their families’ doorsteps. Three hundred babies are born wailing, healthy, and whole. Yes. Every successful pass, every blocked shot is an affirmatively answered prayer for Tony and the Sires.… more
A thousand lost dogs turn up at their families’ doorsteps. Three hundred babies are born wailing, healthy, and whole. Yes. Every successful pass, every blocked shot is an affirmatively answered prayer for Tony and the Sires.… more
She turns proper to the bar. Crosses her legs. Kills her whiskey, lays a ten spot down in front of her empty glass. Never even looks at the bartender but magically, the glass is full when she picks it up and knocks it back. Smuggling herself into America is getting expensive.… more
Sit long enough in shit, you get used to it. And sometimes, you start to share that same experience—of getting close, of ignoring yourself.… more
Donnie Trainor always felt that a somewhat-measurable distance existed between what he was and what he thought he should be. The distance between what Donnie wanted and what he had—what he was and what he thought he should be—made him desperate.… more
Cal suggested that his children should meet a “true American hero,” and maybe John Hinckley Jr. would gift them a guitar pick they could bring to show-and-tell.… more
You better believe she doesn’t give two craps about his whereabouts or well-being; she just wants to make him feel guilty about being a bad dad, as if it’s his fault she’d kicked him out for yelling too loudly at the TV.… more
One morning, Gregor Samsa woke from a night of uneasy dreams to find that he had become a series of questions and answers on an exam.… more
Once he made his first million, he disassociated from the outside world and got deeper into the game. I suspect the diaper thing started after he had at least six million in the bank.… more
Whatever I need? Jeff Bezos is there. Cement? Shovel? Flesh-eating acid? He delivers it right to my door. Because this isn’t my first rodeo, and Jeff has already supplied all my tools, I probably don’t even need his help for this one.… more
What kind of embrace led to your conception? Was it loving? Mechanical? Or a drunken bed rattler? Does the spirit in which the effort is undertaken affect the outcome? Everyone has a story, but my father couldn’t tell his. He lacked the guts to write about what he knew.… more