JT McDrew appears with a little person, both of them naked and oiled up to a shiny bronze.

I follow everyone's gaze to an elevated platform at the front of the room. JT McDrew appears with a little person, both of them naked and oiled up to a shiny bronze. JT takes a microphone from a stand. “That's some good fuckin, y'all. Y'all keep it up,” he exclaims.  The crowd cheers. “I know … Continue reading JT McDrew appears with a little person, both of them naked and oiled up to a shiny bronze.

On Professional Sports

Being a middle aged man is some lonely shit. There is nowhere to make friends anymore, and the people you socialize with are usually work colleagues or neighbors, whose relationships with you prohibit the disclosure of revealing, intimate, or even merely controversial information. In a very real sense your existence is defined by your ability … Continue reading On Professional Sports

as if there were other offices hidden under dumpsters in the backs of alleys scattered throughout the DFW metroplex

I find myself sitting in a comfortably appointed office beneath the street. The couch is rich, Corinthian leather and I nuzzle the irony deeply.  The walls are a mannish maroon, possibly owing to Willy’s father’s alma mater status at Texas A&M.  The walls sport framed paintings of impressionist flowers that seem unobtrusive notwithstanding the fact … Continue reading as if there were other offices hidden under dumpsters in the backs of alleys scattered throughout the DFW metroplex

As it turned out, girls were even harder to come by than drugs

Behind the airport is a circular clearing of grass surrounded by thick, thorny brush and dense trees.  Apollo and I found it one day on one of our epic hikes looking for empty bottles to throw at things that annoyed us.  We recognized the clearing as something unique even then, strung out as we were … Continue reading As it turned out, girls were even harder to come by than drugs