New Years, Pearls
I went over and touched the pearls. “Are they real?” “No.”
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I went over and touched the pearls. “Are they real?” “No.”
I was losing my mind thinking about sine waves.
They come; they see me; they have their own lives to attend to
Craig Roberts Watches Television
Eggnography
Your mom’s so fat she wears a cross-your-knees bra.
Fulton Mall
Copper John
What if my sister is massacred by hobgoblins?
This is a bad short story; it was an attempt to be kind of clever, and an attempt to—oh, well, fuck it.
Written in the froth of deep Helms-hating.
Diary of a young actor
Old cover letter
...and how I used it to get sloppy drunk
The Idle Urban Chitchat of (Former?) White Trash
Laboring under the mysterious watchful eye of the Guru Meditation error.
Thanksgiving, at a movie theater. The woman behind me bursts out in tears.
Merry Christmas (Running From Paramilitary Fundamentalists)
Avoiding the child.
Mom and I on the phone.
Beginning to understand my grandfather will die.
Save our children from this encroaching horror.
Quick Visit With an Old Friend
Disposing of Evidence
New Nikes, Shot into the Stars
Summarizing the long-distance end.
Dinner # 27
Coming back once more
Each letter switched.
My early literary experience.
Ronald Reagan Rhapsody
Bad Apples Ruining My Day
Industrial punk memories
Drinking and twelve-sided dice - a dangerous combination, 1997
Career Development is important to a young fellow’s growth.
A lunchtime discussion.
A song about chicks who love drugs.
Boogie Nights
The topic of discussion is no longer valid.
Occasioned by the Not-so-great Stock Market Crash of 1997
Screwing up at work.
So sad, so sad. From the Subway Diary, 27-Oct-97.
A story of loss and sadness, and the absence of sex, and Kathie Lee, and milky thighs, and so forth.
A sad, true tale of workplace shame.
New York City as a Boolean Algebra problem; also the first piece ever written for Ftrain, at the tender age of 22.
The story of my life, in dribs and drabs.