…so…yeah…

It’s Monday. (says Ms. Obvious) You’re not writing. (says dear readers) What are you doing?? (asks the little guy who resides in the right quadrant of brain space) They’re all going to laugh at you! (says Adam Sandler, that bastard) <——–“The page is fucking blank!” she screamed at no one in particular. I don’t know. … More …so…yeah…

The End of Infinity

Picture perfect humid July afternoon, a crawfish boil is underway, lawn chairs and kegs scattered about. Children swimming in a green, fetid above ground pool, dog poop decorating the land, men in sleeveless t-shirts aiming bottle rockets at each other; just another grand day in a north-end white trash neighborhood. And there I am, summer … More The End of Infinity