Mani and Clinny D are fighting and Ido is trapped in the middle for the nine hundredsth fucking time, twin planets grating in his head. D has the upper hand. Clinny fucking D. It turns out that D can’t die. She’s a magnificent un-k-i-l-l-able tardigrade. Mani had drowned her. Smothered her in asphalt. Quartered her. … Continue reading Because Ido is a fucking insane person and can’t sleep and there is pandemonium in his brain.
Month: Feb 2018
Remembering Mrs M.
When I was a kid, if the air in my home became too still to bear, I’d escape to my friend D’s house and spend the evening playing Oblivion, watching the Big Bang Theory, and riffing on his guitar. I never stayed for dinner, though not for the lack of invitation. I still had the … Continue reading Remembering Mrs M.
Love. Mania.
You construct your life from the tip of a pin. Woe is you. Hope is you. Harsh sun is you. Bitter wind is you. The ones who brought you to this world naked and screaming, they were barely twenty-three. A dark alley blowjob and a motel rump and voila, a child and half a mortgage … Continue reading Love. Mania.
#00117F 