Last time on “The Boble” – Ready? With me: ich bin; du bist; sie sind; er ist. Horen Sie zu und weiderholun Sie: Sabine studiert Medizin. Sabine likes to look at naked little boys. Sie lebt in Amerika. Since her …
Ah, Thanksgiving. The first major milestone in my seasonal affective disorder. If I make it to Thanksgiving, I know I’ll survive Christmas. And then there’s the long haul through January and February where I don’t have to worry about family …
It would have been more appropriate, Paul thought, to emerge into the late, hot dawn stricken with the remnants of a supernatural vision of his father in some setting heavy with gilded history. To listen to advice and wisdom from …
American Braves (AKA: “The Amish Down Under”), in four parts. This is from October 31st, 2000, so it predates my online presence (Dirtyfreaks.com, the precursor for GS, started up in April of 2001).
Last time on “The Boble”, the Duke boys had found themselves in a bit of a bind when Daisy finally admitted that she had…. Hold on. Oh, yes. Sorry. It says here that the Earth was flooded, Nowaya survived and …
I’ve managed to avoid three Obama “victory parties” so far. The only thing that scares me more than the Nazis who follow McCain are the wild-eyed armchair liberals who rally around Obama’s “message” of hope and change. Which is how …
Paul pressed the buzzing doorbell and licked the inside of his mouth. The bartender inside hit his own switch inside and the door unlocked. Paul loosened his tie and took the last available stool at the cramped bar. While most …
From March 06, here’s an outtake from the Notes from the Margin series. I trashed this one for a reason, and that reason is: I’m an angsty cunt.
Part one is right here. And part two begins now…
Paul Peter Hinckley watched his father fall clumsily onto the seventh green of the Audubon golf course, his fingers fanned over the tight grass inches from the hole. He knew—in a way he would describe as “uncannilly familial” every time …