SANTA FE, NM – JULY 20, 2003
I have this tattoo on my arm, and it makes sense to no one. It’s supposed to be black, but by now it has become gray. [Click on image for more…]
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Roswell, NM – July 18, 2003
Brayden is a Post-Mormon. He is also post-obesity. Nobody remembers which was first, atheism or the low-carb diet. [Click on image for more…]
Study Butte-Terlingua, TX – JULY 16, 2003
I’m listening to Hunter’s story about a cat’s tail being on fire. I motion for him to lower his voice because we’re on an airplane, and people on airplanes don’t want to hear about fires, but he says he needs to finish telling the story to prove his point. [Click on image for more…]
San Antonio, TX – July 14, 2003
Her husband is French, and he’s also an asshole. She calls him ma puce, which I understand means flea in French and which may apply in terms of him giving her an itch. [Click on image for more…]
San Antonio, TX – July 12, 2003
So they ask me when. I say I don’t know because I don’t, and whoever knows when, ever? When what, asks the guy who is late, again, and who has just Xeroxed his ass, again. [Click on image for more…]
Galveston to Austin, TX – July 10, 2003
Things I am afraid of, in no particular order:
1. Heights
2. Peanuts
3. Death by drowning
4. Pain
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New Orleans, LA – July 8, 2003
These days I eat onions like they’re apples. I eat them on the subway, on buses, airplanes and even when I’m walking in the street. I always carry one with me, raw, red, de-skinned. [Click on image for more…]
Memphis, TN to New Orleans, LA – July 6, 2003
From either the goodbye party or the dream that had come after, she remembered the following: a Ferris wheel, a broken drumstick, the smell of tulips, and a lot of plural nouns ending on “i”. [Click on image for more…]
Memphis, TN – July 4, 2003
My father knows every song no one’s ever heard of. His head is like a cemetery where the failures of great songwriters lie buried in tombs and graves like the corpses of distant uncles and aunts forever forgotten by their families. [Click on image for more…]
Harrisonburg, VA – July 2, 2003
I have always wanted to write a story about Shenandoah National Park. This is not that story. I am in Harrisonburg, Virginia. It’s close enough to Shenandoah in terms of miles, but right now it’s the farthest place from Shenandoah in terms of rain. [Click on image for more…]
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