Archive | February, 2012

Memories, like relationships, are fragmented. They can be vivid and dull. Sometimes they drift away and we hardly notice until we are left only with their remains. When we want to forget who we were, we can’t. When we want to remember everything, we can’t. Memories surround us. People surround us. Our memories of people […]

Including the all-new “Most likely to solve the crisis in the Middle East in under 140 characters.”

A single-father tries to explain sex to his sons: “For us guys, a thin tube above the testicle connects the efferent ducts to the vas deferens,” my father said between chews. “A similar system is found in sharks.”

I work in a cramped little cubicle, at the back of a cramped little office, in a cramped little factory, in a cramped little town. Everyone around me does too. We all pretend it doesn’t matter, but we all know deep down it really does.

My father dons his checkered tailcoat and red foam nose. Gloved hand on my back, he hurries me out the door and toward the big burgundy Crown Vic — a car fit for a king, or a carnival at least.

I smashed someone’s face in today. It all started because of those bastard letters made out of wood, make to look like distressed metal. They don’t spell anything – they’re just giant single letters and people put one or two of them on their wall – or worse, they lean them on a shelf. If […]