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
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
You almost had me? You never had me! You never had your kart!… more
If Max were gay and Cliff the boyish Mormon had a different god, the 25-year-old loser in stained sleepwear would’ve asked for a kiss. But that would be too much, even in a fantasy world.… more
I’m slightly embarrassed that the moose is seeing me in my Jockeys. At least these are from a fresh pack. When they’re new they hug better and my junk bulge must seem more masculine to the animal.… more
Tony hates that I have a vibrator, almost like he’s jealous of it. He’s jealous of a lot of shit. He found photo of me and my friend kissing at her 19th birthday, and he called me a dirty whore who deserved to be punished. I thought about that as I came. I was a dirty whore and I did deserve to be punished.… more
everything is dusty and dead, with dust still hovering in the air from his car. he stands there, quiet, a small smile on what could only be described as a head still growing into the man… more
Chuck Norris, along with my mother, taught me basic morality. I feel a debt.… more
Me and Lalo had a lot in common. Both our moms vanished, and bam—there we were at Grandma’s.… more
You can’t have two depressive and anxious people in a relationship because your depression and anxiety tries to out depress and anxious the other, so what happens is that one of you rawdogs your mental health by making offensive jokes and the other curls up around a matted childhood stuffy named Giraffe.… more
The boy was directionless, and his flaws seemed so overwhelming, and the overwhelmingly troubling behaviors that Pink knew needed correcting, or at least addressed, in the boy, were myriad.… more