Sitemap - 2008 - 34MAG
I start thinking about how I met this girl in high school. I said something. She said something. Ten years later, I’m pushing the kid on the swing and thinking—what happened to my life?
She startled me with a kiss on the mouth. Auntie always liked her men, you said. She’s been lonely a long time.
My wife loved sitting on that blue bench by the window in the Quick Clean Launderette.
He says he needs to do something in the cloakroom.
She had dreams, big dreams, and they didn’t involve driving around half the State of Texas pushing pharmaceuticals, and certainly not being stranded in the backwoods.
Now I see it wasn’t me at all.
It’s the same earth again and again.
It was nearly 10 years now since he had taken up painting and decorating to support himself while making it in the music business.
All I knew was that I wanted out of there.
Who paints empty cans of SPAM?
Sometimes I try mid-afternoon.
For her 80th birthday, we decided to give Grandma Rena an oxygen tank.
He stood in the street with a phone playing muzak. He took a deep breath.
The phone was ringing and I waited for it to stop.
What’s the difference, I say. What would be an actual fortune?
Like, sin insurance. So I don’t have to worry about Hell or anything.