July 29, 2017 | Fiction
Big Bruiser Dope Boy
At dawn on Saturday, our powerlifting group arrived at the locker room to try on singlets.
July 25, 2017 | movie reviews
The summer I dated a painter I did not love, I modeled sometimes for a retired professor's drawing class.
I was still in diapers when American Fool was released, so by the time I made my way to Indiana for college, it was already a classic. And it’s not until you live in Indiana—in small-town Indiana—that you feel Johnny Cougar Mellencamp in your veins.
Let’s create fake accounts and try to seduce each other.
I used to part masses. To wade through throngs of children cheering. Boogie would press play on the cassette, and I’d come through the crowd instead of take the aisle. I’d roll on the trampoline and stand above a field of pumping fists.