Author Archives: Jarrett Haley

South of Cincinnati

South of Cincinnati

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How do you starve a hillbilly to death?more

In the Event of My Death (Nancy, Do Not Read)

In the Event of My Death (Nancy, Do Not Read)

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If Nancy and I aren’t still together when I die, I’d like whatever girl I’m with to wear a black cocktail dress and one of those sexy hats Jackie Kennedy wore. Make sure Nancy gets invited.more

The Legend of Jon Bamboo

The Legend of Jon Bamboo

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“Porn isn’t calculus.”more

Bachelor Party

Bachelor Party

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We first saw the homeless man while stopped at an intersection on the way to Waffle House. Chet and Tadd—two of McCoy’s fraternity brothers—sat in the bed of the truck, already buzzed and anxious to officially start the bachelor weekend festivities. “Chet’s got a history with this sort of thing,” McCoy said. “With what?” Imore

Snake Road

Snake Road

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Too Freudian to be Fictionmore

Elliptical

Elliptical

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Tragedy, you’ve discovered, has a way of skewing time, speeding up the aging process: one day you wake up and you’re an oafish old man just trying to hold onto whatever is left. more

Tiny Homes

Tiny Homes

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She never pitched my shit out a window—clothes, laptop, record player—like breakups on TV. more

My Girlfriend

My Girlfriend

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My girlfriend has more money than I will make in my entire lifetime–one hundred lives. She’s ambitious and self-made. The handbag boutique, which bears her name in New York, Tokyo and Milan, sold for $45 million. That’s a lot of money, but not enough money to get someone killed and get away with it. Not that she wants someone killed—just saying.more

One Night In Rapid City

One Night In Rapid City

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An isolated man in his hotel room find himself unable to move past his own ruminations. more

He Do Everything Big

He Do Everything Big

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They pinch and prod him. Children ask to feel his muscles. Women run their hands on his chest, feeling the shape and firmness—something none of them have ever felt in their own men. They giggle like high school girls. Beau smiles and nods and hugs and says “yes sir” more times than Anna Carol can count.more