The day before Christmas I was shitshape on the Ezekiel Docks, down by the Nutria Nugget Riverboat. My ex-babydoll, Ms. Wanda, was onboard. I was not.… more
The day before Christmas I was shitshape on the Ezekiel Docks, down by the Nutria Nugget Riverboat. My ex-babydoll, Ms. Wanda, was onboard. I was not.… more
Before Rhonda gave me dirty, funky love I had a cult of chia pets, I baked peanut brittle, and I sang in the falsetto register. But Rhonda took me below the stands and tweaked my nipples, poured Old Crow in my mouth, and dry-humped me senseless, while the marching band farted “Purple Rain.”… more
Saturday, 3:20 PM. The woods behind school. Our plan to get stoned hits a snag when Danny and I happen upon a four-foot-deep hole, and stand peering down at our teacher, Mr. Jacobi, immobile at the bottom. An evil, booze-infused smell fills the air.… more