I'm to a meeting at the nursing home. Care plans and insurance problems and the fact I smuggle Ma whiskey... why not? Seriously why the fuck not? The nurse agrees. Ma hasn't started any fights. She … [Read more...] about A Day at the Nursing Home
Hometown
My hometown was a small city in the north and it always felt like mid-October. A place that always was always in-between, like summer just passed and winter not quite yet come. Like twilight. A warm … [Read more...] about Hometown
From The Berry Pickers
Wiping his greasy hand across his craggy and pockmarked face; rubbing two fingers hard and deep in his eye sockets until tears appear. “I spose, I shouldn’t a killed her, that girl. The junkie hooker. … [Read more...] about From The Berry Pickers
The Champ
Shavers, Spinks, Holmes, and Berbick... The last fights were as important, as defining, as the early fights. As important as Rome in 1960, as important as Sonny Liston, as Joe Frazier, George … [Read more...] about The Champ
Driving Whiskey
Pearlman pulled a bottle of Jamison’s Irish Whiskey from a brown bag as we bounced in the Jeep. We were headed up the road to La Malaza. Soon we’d pass the scene of the attack that killed Carmella and … [Read more...] about Driving Whiskey
October, 1965
It was October ‘65 and it was cold night with no moon. My father had died the previous April and I was still pretty pissed off about that, and all that went along with fathers dying. I didn’t like … [Read more...] about October, 1965
Ricky
There is this kid, Ricky, he works for a client of mine. A constant question asked at this place, “Where is Ricky?” Ricky does electrical work, he drives the truck, he mounts tires, he manages the … [Read more...] about Ricky
The Wisdom of Reverend Jimmy B. Tester
On prayin’ I’ll tell you this: As a boy, I lived in fear God would rat me out. I never saw no reason to be bowing my head and confessing anything. I wasn’t much on trusting anybody. Why should this … [Read more...] about The Wisdom of Reverend Jimmy B. Tester
