Not That Story Trouble was, there was a lot of trouble. Questions I didn’t understand, even though I worked there. A month or so before, I’d run into a group of art-school people sitting together around the curve of a bar, nice people, friendly.
Hold Your Breath If camping seaside & reading poetry & smoking comically large cigarettes is going Le Fou count me gone
Pokémon and Other Eternal Sins I liked to think that my spontaneous combustion was due to God not liking me very much