She said her hair was red as blood, and he said it already was the color of a penny and he liked to picture it the way it was.… more
She said her hair was red as blood, and he said it already was the color of a penny and he liked to picture it the way it was.… more
We’re at it again. On our weekly phone call. Me at the bottom of the world. Her, near the top.… more
Derrick (me) felt a little less scared about the future and life in general thanks to a bunch of the little creepy appearances of the killer in the background of Too Many Cooks like when he’s on the stairs in the background of the family photo near the beginning and no one notices he is… more
After a night on the phone, I learned two things. First, he was a total mess. Second, it’s extremely difficult to clip your toenails while cradling a cordless handset between your shoulder and neck. Speakerphone seemed too impersonal.… more
This was different than squirrels—revenge not supper.… more
I know he never would have drag-raced Ferraris or had three women massage him in a kiddie pool filled with room temperature spaghetti and farfalle pasta or watch another man murder someone for a few thousand dollars…… more
Catholic, Jewish, Mormon, or Muslim–boys will be boys.… more
—with thanks to the Columbus Zoo We find Hay-Zeus on what we think is a Sunday. He is in Cruciform. He is missing below the chest, his neck gnawed away. His fists clench fur. Shame, another says. He is our cook and we have not eaten since what we think was Friday. Not fish… more