Hometown
La Palabra L
My Myspace page becomes a giant collage depicting my undeniable love for Dana and Tegan and Sara. I’m not hiding anything. In fact, I think I’m making it pretty impossible for anyone who knows me to say, “that girl MUST be straight.”
In Hem We Trust
The hippies hoot and holler, dance barefoot around the flames, and generally enjoy themselves. We’re standing on the outskirts, drinking cans of PBR. Wes is littering.
The Blues Sound Better Drunk & Naked
Music is Dorothy's heel-click. It's a pinch of Harry’s Floo Powder. It's the rocket ship in which Calvin becomes Spaceman Spiff.
The Man Called Charles Bukowski
“He walked over and poured a scotch and water. He walked into the bedroom with it, took off his shirt, pants, shoes, stockings. In his shorts he went to bed with the drink. It was 15 minutes to noon. No ambition, no talent, no chance.”
The Crown On 53
He pleads with God for answers — something to ease Charlotte’s suffering. His fingers drum nervously on the wheel as he pulls up to the church. He sits for a minute. Finally, he kills the engine.
Tip Back A Bock On A Cart Of Fury
We roll around on the green, our stomachs turning because we speed bagged our testicles. Again, we can’t stop laughing.
Love For Fifty Bucks
Maybe that’s where I belonged after all. Oh, how this journey had fallen apart. A night that had once sparkled, and now, here I was, sliding into the backseat of a squad car.
Gin For The Journey
This woman will be rewarded in heaven for her mercy. I mean, I don’t believe in heaven, but… I do believe in gin.
The Art Of The Moscow Mule
Some objects just have power. This cup is one of those objects. And I want to share it with everyone.