I knew you were thinking about leaving so, I didn’t say, when the world ends, I’d like to survive it with you, and said instead, let me know if you ever get around to missing me.… Continue Reading
I knew you were thinking about leaving so, I didn’t say, when the world ends, I’d like to survive it with you, and said instead, let me know if you ever get around to missing me.… Continue Reading
I was suicidal and bored like every summer in Portland, barely alive. Jonathan had a blonde wife who wanted a new kitchen. I gave him head after he bought me a burrito from Taco Bell and before he told me his wife was pregnant with his third child.… Continue Reading
The movie took on a dissolving pattern, the square screen going soft at the corners, rounding off and he thought not of what he’d done, but what he hadn’t done. And more about what he still could do to balance all that had happened.… Continue Reading
its just like peeing. it is peeing, what am i talking about, why am i narrating this? i started peeing, missed the cup, and realized i didn’t even know where it was coming from. i wasn’t sure whether to be disgusted or panicked… Continue Reading
The enormous, stinking, crap filled the room. Growing bigger, busting pipes, and soiling sheets, the table in front of me smelled like Patchouli was holding onto its last astrology chart.… Continue Reading
All these years on the road and I’ve never done anything like that before. What really unnerves me is how I barely feel guilty.… Continue Reading
My supervisor, Brian Waggingham, says that Olfactory Response Experts are like taste-testers or test-drivers. Instead of dipping fries in new condiments at Craft-Heinz or taking the latest Audi for a spin around a track, we smell cat feces and urine.… Continue Reading
That night I jammed my erect penis into the opening of Dad’s new wife’s minced garlic jar and put it back in the fridge, so I guessed we were even.… Continue Reading
An ant crawls across the patio table. You fix your eyes. The bug starts to move away; you press with your thumb. The ant’s legs writhe from its crushed body. When I asked why, you say you weren’t done looking at it yet.… Continue Reading
He thought then that was true, that he was done, and he did not know then as he knew now that he had known then without knowing it that going—finishing and leaving—was something.… Continue Reading