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Some things that happened after Derrick woke up his girlfriend at 3 a.m. to watch Too Many Cooks

Some things that happened after Derrick woke up his girlfriend at 3 a.m. to watch Too Many Cooks

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Derrick (me) felt a little less scared about the future and life in general thanks to a bunch of the little creepy appearances of the killer in the background of Too Many Cooks like when he’s on the stairs in the background of the family photo near the beginning and no one notices he ismore

How We Got Here

How We Got Here

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He’d felt the particular ache of a thing compressedmore

TWO STORIES

TWO STORIES

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After a night on the phone, I learned two things. First, he was a total mess. Second, it’s extremely difficult to clip your toenails while cradling a cordless handset between your shoulder and neck. Speakerphone seemed too impersonal.more

Daddy Said I Had To

Daddy Said I Had To

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This was different than squirrels—revenge not supper.more

The Inheritance

The Inheritance

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I know he never would have drag-raced Ferraris or had three women massage him in a kiddie pool filled with room temperature spaghetti and farfalle pasta or watch another man murder someone for a few thousand dollars…more

Holy Thoughts

Holy Thoughts

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Catholic, Jewish, Mormon, or Muslim–boys will be boys.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

Male Bonding

Male Bonding

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Switching lanes at eighty without a signal, you bite the Baby Ruth to the wrapper, snap fingers, press play and shout, “Yeah! I don’t care what people say—Nugent’s got balls!” Raising your voice to compete with “Cat Scratch Fever” you ask, “Did you hear what that cocksucker Davis said to me? God, he jerks me.”more

The Pine Barrens at Night

The Pine Barrens at Night

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“Our friend said he wasn’t feeling right, that he didn’t trust himself to be alone. This isn’t the first time he’s called in a moment of crisis. We don’t want to leave a man behind, so we gomore