When she shook him in the bed, she knew right away: this was no sleep. No, this was something more serious than sleep. This was death. Heavy as a bear.… more
When she shook him in the bed, she knew right away: this was no sleep. No, this was something more serious than sleep. This was death. Heavy as a bear.… more
Gay sex, by definition, is transgressive. We fuck until we die, and if we’re lucky, the sex will be our protest, the one too loud to ignore.… more
You lose count of the men you lose. Dozens die, some even by their own hand. At night in the club, you and the men stand, drink in hand, retelling tales of lost companions. After laughs and toasts, you all sing “Old Blue,” a folk ballad about a faithful dog. “Hey Blue, you’re a good dog, you.”… more
Cyrus gave me a reason to unleash my frustrations. My punches were questions. Why couldn’t I go to a private school? Why did my parents not have college degrees? Who was responsible for me sleeping through gunshots, huh? He tumbled to the ground. Before he got up, I had more questions for him. They possessed my reddening fists.… more
A hundred years is as round a number as there is. Ninety-nine actually, if we’re keeping score, considering that the centennial of my birth comes next week. I have outlived all of my friends, both of my children, and my wife. Age is license for truth-telling. Loneliness is a malignant thing and I aim to bring its long run to a close.… more
What happens when I encounter my reflection and I’m alone is I look at my torus. She wants to have it grinded down, but I guess I kind of like it occasionally. I run my tongue over it like it’s a sack of rocks at the bottom of a stream, and all my thoughts melt away, just for a moment. Then I open my mouth, look at it, tap it with a fingernail.… more
He tells us about his amazing sex life non-stop but to me it sounds like the death of a ball turret gunner. I never say that to him. He tells Rabbi and I all about the things his wife does to him. The things she demands he do for her. It’s all he ever talks about. I just laugh. I know Casey’s old lady. I don’t think she’s nice-looking. I would never say that to him.… more
The basement flat they lived beneath his grandmother’s house was somewhere he was used to, accepted, even at times taking it for granted. But the garage was different. The garage was a sort of hell.… more
I had decided to do it: to cheat. To steal. I am not proud of that but you do the math: shitty job, angry girlfriend, newborn child. Therefore I was looking for the guy whose idea the scam was by the name of Dave Torcek.… more
Dad snorted the last rail off Granny’s copy of Better Homes and Gardens and asked, “Ever fuck a Catholic chick?”… more