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One Dementianal Man
The third tab of acid was completely unnecessary, and my apartment turned on me in response. The walls shimmied, the carpet shook, the TV shouted like a strung-up cat. Midnight in Los Angeles. No question I needed a whore. I called the first escort service listed in the phone book. “I need a whore fast.” [...]
Vagina Vindaloo
I owe money. Tons of it. And I owe it to everyone I know. I owe my ex-wife, most of the women I’ve dated, and every member of my immediate and extended family. I owe my friends, my co-workers, my neighbors, my landlord, my bookie, my drug dealer, the guy who brings me my water, [...]
The Brooklyn Problem Solver
It was my neighbor in unit #1 who first suspected that Barbara, my neighbor in unit #7, was no longer among the living. “Did you notice how dirty her car is?” he asked one evening as we ran into each other in the laundry room. Barbara was known to clean her shit-brown ’72 Cadillac El [...]