Jen bellowed with revulsion. Josh did a joyous touchdown dance in the middle of the living room, knocking over an end table in the process. Did you hear her? Did you hear her? Jen started to cry. Baby Jen dribbled spit down her chin. Our little girl said her first sentence, Josh said. Baby Jen […]
Idling outside the bar, the yellow Scranton School District bus sat driverless and empty. Each morning the driver stopped for a bottle of Miller High Life and a shot of Old Grand-Dad bourbon whiskey. After delivering the neighborhood Catholic hooligans safely to their teachers he always made the same statement Little bastards, he said. Earl […]
In 2005 a man we’ll call Artist X never missed a day in court during Michael Jackson’s four-month-long child molestation trial. Picking up his pen one day in a California courtroom, the artist opened a reporter’s notebook to a clean lined page. Never taking his eyes off Jackson who sat pale as a grim zombie, […]
Celebrating the Friendly Sons’ banquet crash over whiskey sours at the dining room table, Mabel held up her glass in a toast. I always said I wasn’t going to wear a bra to the dinner, she said. You sure showed them, Zerelda said. In more ways than one, Mabel said. The women hugged. When Casey […]
Looking up from polishing her mother’s silverware, Mabel confessed. I don’t want to crash the Friendly Sons’ dinner. Aw, c’mon, Zerelda said. Let’s boycott instead, Mabel said. Casey already left to spike the COVID Miracle Cure with LSD for our number one Friendly Son, Zerelda said. Mabel pulled a fresh bottle of Paddy Irish whiskey […]
