December 4, 2011Shelly screams at 7:36 a.m. (a good butch scream, she will say, later) When I arrive at the scene of the Something— blotched with blue acne cream, hair on fire without smoke— Shelly is stark naked, wet, clutching a bleach-stained towel to her white skin. The shower is running. A wet-slick, scrawny mouse with too-big [...]
Read the full article → November 21, 2011The bank teller squints through the glass into my car. She Has Something To Say. “We’re going to have to put a hold on this,” she says sternly. I feel my shoulders slump. “A hold on it?” “YES, A TWO-DAY HOLD ON THIS CHECK.” “Because the account is overdrawn?” I ask, raising my voice so [...]
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