Cigarettes and Whiskey and No Sex for You

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So, I started trying to figure out how she might be right, because I love her, and I trust her, and sometimes I think she might save me when I’m in the mood to think I need saving…More

Patriotism Is Not the Province of the Selfish

Patriotism Is Not the Province of the Selfish

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They’re the kind of people who got theirs and, well, screw everyone else. They’re the kind of people who don’t ladle stew in soup kitchens, pick up litter on beaches, plant flowers for neighborhood beautification projects, or raise wooden frames for Habitat for Humanity.More

The Butcher

The Butcher

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The street lights shined on the metal siding of Harrison Brothers warehouse. During the day fifty men hauled bags of grain and loaded them onto trucks headed west. Danny knew a few people who worked there. He sometimes drank with them at The Rocks. But it was near midnight and the people gathered inside wereMore

American Cheese

American Cheese

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When your brother moves out, his room will be your room, as a sort of hand-me-down, like a pair of Jnco Jeans or a chain wallet.More

Biopsy

Biopsy

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He’d never been to a strip club, but he imagined they were full of Shelby’s.More

Launch and Recovery

Launch and Recovery

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My apology seemed odd and inadequate, considering the reality of American racism, about which I felt basically helpless.More

The Gallows Fifty Cubits High

The Gallows Fifty Cubits High

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All I can do is search the room for someone who can help me. But Marie went home a half hour ago, Saul’s sitting with his head buried in an ice chest, and all the cousins are dancing, bunched up in front of the DJ, wasted. I’ve seen worse—it’s Purim—but it might be time to panic.More

Friends In Low Places

Friends In Low Places

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The principal made Mike an ex-middle school English teacher earlier in the afternoon.More

dwindle, peak, and pine

dwindle, peak, and pine

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—with thanks to the Columbus Zoo   We find Hay-Zeus on what we think is a Sunday. He is in Cruciform. He is missing below the chest, his neck gnawed away. His fists clench fur. Shame, another says. He is our cook and we have not eaten since what we think was Friday. Not fishMore

One Hundred Twenty Sunny Nights

One Hundred Twenty Sunny Nights

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Before I left Illinois, I told Julie I needed to do this once, meaning Antarctica, not adultery. More and more I don’t know what I want in this world.More

Salinas

Salinas

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Carlos and I were in our usual lunchtime hiding spot underneath the bleachers by the football field. The only place we could get away from the “bro” haunted hallways of Washington Middle School. My lunch consisted of yogurt and strawberries, which the maid somehow thought I loved. I traded them to Carlos for his tortilla,More

The Miller Position

The Miller Position

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Sometimes a guy will do the unthinkable in order to improve his employment opportunities.More

Hindsight

Hindsight

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Tim’s new step dad owned a Cadillac.  His name was Bob and he looked like Corbon Bernsen.  Bob had a daughter named Bonnie and I loved her.  Bonnie smelled like coconut and wore bikinis at the beach.  When Bonnie walked along the ocean, strands of her long blonde hair pinched off in the clasp onMore

A Crash on the Highway

A Crash on the Highway

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Souls were supposed to rise. That was the whole idea of souls. They were supposed to take flight once a person “passed,” but instead Javi felt the pickup truck driver’s soul fall out of the helicopter. More

Crusher

Crusher

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Balloons lined the curb beside the dumpster there, a festive splash of color to coronate the grand opening of the new supermarket down the block. I found it cute, so cute that I was like the guy who missed the UFO over the splendor of an aurora borealis. When sunsets do fun things in Jersey,More

Love Will Beat Your Brains Out

Love Will Beat Your Brains Out

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Don’t expect valet service, she says. You better carjack my ass like a man.More

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