I’m not afraid to compete. It’s just the opposite. Don’t you see that? I’m...– J.D. Salinger
Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous
We were young and happy and drunk. Pickings: slim. Appetite: thick. Ivin was chatting up a fat girl with an Indian headdress. She was pretty and when she wasn’t listening we called her Chubahontas. My friends fought for leftovers, fives and sixes that would never see the light of day or real phone numbers, while I counted the hands on my watch. Slowly, one by five, they fell; numbered rose...
Pants On Fire Then You Wonder Why I'm Naked
You were a dream, I’m sure of it. The bits and smiles are vanity, ludus fantasy, eros tradgedy; ergo: insanity. A photograph almost changed my mind, but it’s a few dimes short and I’m not too sure on change. It’s a ruse; saw the mirrors, but it’ll be our secret. And I’ll only give you my word because I can never keep it.
And Maybe Sometimes In The Shower
I love her, but not like New Years. Not like the one who got away, or sunday mornings, or something funny. I love her the way I love the moon: only when I’m drunk, alone, and desperate in the back seat of Tiffany’s Corolla.