Everything is exactly how they remember it: Three 21-year-old shitheads, disheveled with bad haircuts, ratty clothes, ugly macho postures. Except there’s a fourth guy this time, in between them, his arms hung around their shoulders.… more
Everything is exactly how they remember it: Three 21-year-old shitheads, disheveled with bad haircuts, ratty clothes, ugly macho postures. Except there’s a fourth guy this time, in between them, his arms hung around their shoulders.… more
Our corporate crusader would not allow his lactose intolerance to ruin his lunch. This was the only time he had to himself, the only part of his life that he didn’t necessarily enjoy so much as not suffer through. This was his only freedom.… more
This was 1999 and travel agencies were getting killed off by the internet and I was selling my vintage 1972 Pontiac LeMans because my wife, Corrine, fucked an FBI agent in it.… more
The doctor told me to be more juvenile with my sexuality. To rub myself up against furniture. Doorknobs. To mimic the actors on the pornos he had me watch, pushing my ass up and spreading myself wide. He was an amputee.… more
It began, as these things often do, with a name—Steve—which struck me, even then, as appallingly flat. A name like an unbuttered toast, slightly burnt.… more
John felt unoriginal—an insurance company office worker offing himself in his cheap apartment. But this weapon had balls. His friends and family could take pride in knowing he’d killed himself in this way.… more
Right from the start, sum things you know you’re gunna fuck right up. Still, it would a been easier if China Joe hadn’t stuck that dart in Bobby Chopp’s arm and shooting him full a Hero cut with Ajax.… more
A chance to go to a house party where the Butthole Surfers might be living with Timothy Leary is too good to pass up but does lead one to making new life choices.… more
Famously, Heidegger didn’t get knock-knock jokes. Also his erections weren’t a mouthful like his metaphysics, so I’ve read. His Poiesis, in other words, was puny… more
This was a new kind of loss. A historical loss. A full sleeve of human shit, soaked up into vintage Champion cotton like a sponge made by Satan’s Etsy store.… more