This is true

Not true in the traditional sense of the word, because I changed it all, but true in a deeper way. One of the truest things in the world. I don’t know how long I’ll leave this up; I’m not sure how I feel about pimping out my past. But, for now, here it is. “I… Continue reading This is true

Strippers, Snipers, and Bombs

It’s midnight and I’m shimmying in front of a coked up sniper named Jim. Moments like these it’s good to stop and ask yourself, “self, is this really what you want to be doing?” I learned to talk to myself that way in college statistics and I’ve never stopped. “You’ll see,” Jim says. “You’ll fucking… Continue reading Strippers, Snipers, and Bombs

Dream lovers

Usually my dreams are not about me. They’re about other people and I watch them and listen to see what the themes are and stuff because they are narrated a lot like books. I mean, I even have dreams with complicated time-schemas, where you start at the end and then find out what happened to… Continue reading Dream lovers

Alaskans I have loved, v3

So here I am, sitting at this coffeeshop writing a story about the hand fetishist I met last night when I looked up and saw my seventh grade science teacher talking to one of the city planning people who gather here to hypothesize about things like energy and commerce and grassroots government. We had the… Continue reading Alaskans I have loved, v3

Ladies, there is a Stripping Emergency

’tis the season of shitty stripper money, right? Not if you’re where the returning troops are. I don’t have much info, but email/call/comment if you wanna know where (not here). (A Stripping Emergency is when demand far excedes supply.)

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