I don't see any gophers here anymore, Cowboy said from the deck of his mom and stepdad on the evening of his birth.
The four of us meet up that evening for corn on the cob and steaks on the grill. I ate every morsel on my plate.
They're still here, his mother said. You want the gun?
I'm pretty sure my mother never directed a sentence like that to me... and apparently for good reason.
Look, there's one over there! I said.
No, Katie, Cowboy said. Gophers don't have wings.
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter. - Victor is finally home from Japan and I didn’t set the house on fire or eat any of our pets while he was gone. Yay for the small things! He always comes b...
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