I need to find Katie, check with the league, evade the snipers, avoid the celebrity cheese vigilantes, and find out where I am supposed to be next. Uzbekistan is a big country. I don’t even know where I am supposed to land. Do they even have airports there? I round the corner and shrink back. … Continue reading I need to find Katie, check with the league, evade the snipers, avoid the celebrity cheese vigilantes, and find out where I am supposed to be next. Uzbekistan is a big country.
This is the drive I always take. These are the roads and the sights I see. They remind me exclusively of her. How the coming and going is the ritual, and the ritual of a sort of mantra, and the mantra a sort of prayer. And there the bench on Mayfield, which is like a … Continue reading Ritual
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
We’re at the construction site where the new I-69 will cut through town. We watch the traffic pulse on I-30. They would never see us, here, naked, on this giant, flaming orange earth mover, as they pass by upwards of 75. We’ve just had sex and are waiting for the sun to set before we … Continue reading They stalk celebrities and cultivate their bacteria into cheeses.