Instead of sitting in my mother’s living room, thirty-one, drunk, and jobless, I would be twenty-one, sober, and doing something responsible and worthwhile and American, like fighting in a war somewhere, and everything would look like a 1940s comic book… more
Writer: Mike McHone
Addictions
FICTION by Mike McHoneDad snorted the last rail off Granny’s copy of Better Homes and Gardens and asked, “Ever fuck a Catholic chick?”… more
