For Erica, Who Makes the Flowers Grow
We were young when we all met, intrepid seven year olds evicted from air-conditioned houses by distracted parents, left to fend for ourselves in the sunbaked streets of suburbia.
Fiction
That Sinking Feeling
The catering business didn’t afford me an extravagant stay in a sunken utopia. I wouldn’t stop in Atlantis. I’d have to sink much deeper.
Acoustic Cover
We started the band when we first heard Dan play an acoustic cover of Smells Like Teen Spirit, and he played so good, I almost cried, the same punk vibe, but less noise, less drama.
Mice
Somebody rapped on my door around 2AM.
Before You Know It
The leaves fall like some personal ‘fuck you’ from the cosmos.
Silent as the Grave
How do we resist? /
Fire and joy.
A Portrait of Steve-O's Steve-O Tattoo as the Picture of Dorian Gray
The more I stare at his image on the TV screen, the less he looks like a forty-eight-year-old.