Category: Stories

The bartender’s mullet ought to have been a clue that this evening was not going to go as we had planned. When your bartender has a mullet, you are going to be chased by the cops at some point in the evening. Part One: The Dinner Emily and I were springing for a rare babysitter…

Erin is curious about breathing, blood, life and death. We talked a little about what blood does in the body yesterday (with me trying to recall my Harvey), and she asked about it again today. After Emily told her about moving oxygen to all the parts of the body, she asked Erin, “And do you…

We returned from a trip to San Francisco, and the rain stopped falling. Erin asked me where the rain had gone. A trite, magic-y, dismissive answer formed in the back of my throat, but before it could escape my brain intervened: “Dude. You actually know the answer to this question. You know it, and you…