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.… Continue Reading
I waited a while by the river, pondering. Once or twice I inspected my nether regions, like runes in the spindly moonlight. I have a soft spot for soothsaying and they have always proved reliable aids.… Continue Reading
A rustling noise came from behind them. Norman turned to see a shaking tree limb. Then, something fell from the air and hit the ground in front of them. A bloody scrap of meat lay on the forest floor.… Continue Reading
I realized that language can be more than the vehicle for a story; it can be the lens through which the reader sees the world. For me, the cadence of the language came to mirror the setting of Euphoria County—with its mysterious flora, its snaking roads, and its trapped secrets.… Continue Reading
As he smokes he dreams himself the captain of a grand ship, standing on the deck above his cabin, overlooking a vast and dynamic crew buzzing as bees do to make the ship to his liking, but instead he looks down at the cerulean water in the pool below and wonders where he went wrong.… Continue Reading
Being at the bottom of a pendulum swing is where I come alive. Eating a shitty greasy meal is a reason to eat healthy the next time. Screwing up is a welcome, distracting rasion d’etre.… Continue Reading
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.… Continue Reading
I was in a diaper at age four because Liz and Michelle needed a baby for their game. I liked being in the diaper. Even after Steven and Billy saw me, I stayed in the diaper.… Continue Reading
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.… Continue Reading
He has black hair and a starburst of dyed-red roots. He plays the guitar, the bass, the drums. Aside from weed and nicotine and whippets, he is totally, completely sober.… Continue Reading