So I’m sitting on the floor amidst all these half-unpacked boxes in my shitty motel room by the highway, the stripper I’ve been “running into” on a pretty regular basis idly picking a scab in my hand-me-down armchair. We’re waiting for my… Read more »

I’m having a lovely dinner with my wife for once, regaling her with tales of my exploits or whatever, and I notice her eyes have gone sort of dim and cloudy even though what I’m saying is real interesting, right? So I… Read more »