Life is a hollow horse, but riding it hurts. I’ve considered other ways of living, but I’ve grown accustomed to the junk mail. It reminds me that although I’ve been nudged to the margins, I’m still part of the world.… more
Life is a hollow horse, but riding it hurts. I’ve considered other ways of living, but I’ve grown accustomed to the junk mail. It reminds me that although I’ve been nudged to the margins, I’m still part of the world.… more
An older man’s confrontation in a gym parking lot leads to consequences… more
Clifford wakes and smells it, sickly sweet and wettish, and wonders how come he can’t go to the bathroom and can’t go to the bathroom and then he’s shit his britches. He shifts between the sheets, feels around and takes a peek, discovers he’s okay. But the house reeks. He rolls to the edge of… more
If Nancy and I aren’t still together when I die, I’d like whatever girl I’m with to wear a black cocktail dress and one of those sexy hats Jackie Kennedy wore. Make sure Nancy gets invited.… more
“Either I really am getting lamer with age…or I have a bad habit of idealizing my past self”… more
“The world consists, as far as the son can tell, with things he can and things he cannot fit into his mouth. The son will grow up, and eventually stop putting things in his mouth, but the attitude will remain essentially unchanged… more
The author of “Fit” on how, despite genetic tendencies, he isn’t graying… more