I started reading My Struggle in the spring of 2014. I didn’t know what I was getting into, but I was excited about the prospect of being totally immersed in someone else’s world, and I was curious as

It starts like this: Hirsch leans over the sandwich board at the P&S Lunch just after the rush and feels faint.  A little touch of the queezywheezies, says Pinskey. Lie down for a little, says

America

The radio is on a pledge drive

and living in America

is starting to feel like staying 

in the bad hotel.

Nothing to hear but selling

or silence. I’m thinking of the

I’m at Guitar Center to buy a Fender. I run through the metal heads doing their best Guitar Hero impressions to the only white Telecaster hanging on the wall.

I tried to look / like I was looking for someone above...

That this was the case for him. 

The day my brother died, my mom ran naked in the street.

The film was a Disney re-release, full of rollicking creatures with wide-flung arms emitting human sounds through smiles that hummed and flickered like radio speakers.  Blake was too drunk to follow what was going on, but he ate his popcorn and drifted in and out of sleep, and the things were laughing and singing to him. 

Out there on the hill she rides that old horse back and forth through the afternoon. I see her from the window. I think she's trying to kill it. The old man walks behind me again and I can feel his

"Unlikely to Condemn" and "Different Circumstances"

 1. Pull the Release

Before opening the trunk, consider the world outside of it. Think of the miles of hot asphalt rolling underneath you. Think of the many men in the many other cars who might

The gas station sat on the corner like a tasteless cheeseburger.

O Build-A-Bonfire, O
Blue Subaru

The old woman takes another bite.

It was supposed to be
a joyous thing

It happened at a small party I’d planned at a nightclub in the meatpacking district.

Via some prophecy, my son has
reached one half my chronological
age. And there are so many things

he can tell me: when The Macho Man
first claimed the heavyweight belt,
the year I bought him

The Boy was born poor and continued to be poor.

This is a meaningful story about the intestinal parasite I picked up while living in Salt Lake City, in Ted Bundy’s house.