Bowing monkeyward, as he does every morning, Caleb Strepthroat, a porcine conundrum with thick yet opaque features that avoid reliable description (bean & bacon soup and a whiskey sour being the meal that comes closest to describing his icy heartfelt Meg Foster eyes), feels a sharp ping of gristle pop in his gut and hisContinue reading “The Inappropriate Laughter of Monkeys”
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Hollandaise
TWO-FISTED WAR STORIES My friend Bobby’s grandfather once told us he’d spent a week in Nazi-occupied Holland. “Were you in the army?” we asked. We were kids. Added up, we amounted to around sixteen. That total would reach eighty-two before Bobby died. “No,” Bobby’s grandfather said. “I was just hanging around.” “Did you check outContinue reading “Hollandaise”
Crumbling Asphalt 