“Drink more water,” she said. “Do less cocaine.” Those are the last words I remember her saying to my face before she disappeared. Again. It’s true that I was consuming a preposterous amount of incredibly pure cocaine all day, every day, for nearly two years; however, nothing molds the will of a contrarian quite like … Continue reading Drip
This girl asked me what I think love is. And all I could think of was the grinning thief from the festival, shuffling around putting trash on the fire, and coming over with his hand open, saying Love is free, spread it around And the women I loved, Those people I believe I’ve loved, Every … Continue reading Love is Free
“It’s a good thing we get along so great in bed,” I said, “Because I don’t think we could ever actually share a meal together.” She agreed. While my cooking skills had warmed the hearts of many, she would not thaw for anything other than deli turkey, like a child. Like her child. Turkey was … Continue reading Jackamo
The Ikea mattress had only been with me a few months and was already destroyed. It was hardly meant to support someone of my own weight, much less two or three people. The rows of pocket coil springs were splayed and bulging and pushed way into my back. It was a temporary replacement anyway since … Continue reading Death of a Mattress
Lust in the Age of Anxiety 