“…these were rare creatures, ancient and endangered, and to him the lunker at his feet was either dead or dying in the sun, as hopeless as a roast in an oven.… more
“…these were rare creatures, ancient and endangered, and to him the lunker at his feet was either dead or dying in the sun, as hopeless as a roast in an oven.… more
“There was a bunch of guys sitting around and getting drunk. It was like a party. Two of these guys get to roughhousing in the yard. One of the men falls and hits his head on a cinder block… more
The author of “Don’t Mess”—and an English teacher in the trenches—gives us a first-hand look at the current state of high school violence.… more
“Here’s how to think of the double arm-bar: imagine you’re lying face-down in the street and some roid-ripped police officer’s got his knee jammed between your shoulder-blades. Then he takes his nightstick and… more
“I was a successful man. I kept my life at a steady one hundred. The blood poured out of me onto the kitchen floor, and I fell to sixty-eight… more
His father remained at the table, worrying the carrot from between his teeth with his dirty fork. His mother curled a solider of bread and sopped up the last of the lamb’s blood from her plate… more