Ms. Blumenthol
T he World Is a Lousy Person. I want that to be my epitaph. Hooman’s is At Last . . . Peace, which is idiotic; he was in perfect health when he dropped dead. …
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Ocean Beach
It’s another perfect day at Ocean Beach Men’s Shelter. I had a desk job for ten years. I made some bad decisions. I got fired for punching Mr. Aldermaston. I …
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Camp Faraway for Bitter Young Men
Mom pushed me to Joey’s headstone. Then she dropped herself like a garbage bag and started bawling. I wheeled around a bit. Cemeteries are depressing. Some of the grave names …
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Where the Yazoo Cross the Yellow Dog
Jimbo Palmer and Rob Forde were both fourteen, with Jimbo some months older than Rob. Jimbo’s mother was warm and friendly but ineffectual. She remonstrated by saying in a trailing-off …
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Mr. Penny’s Seventh
They’re tedious places, hospitals. Mr. Penny didn’t have many hobbies (Walking. Reading. There was something else.) and he couldn’t do any of those at present, not without his glasses, or …
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The Blacksmith
Hipolito the blacksmith is moved by the drama of Tomás’s twelve afflicted horses and goes into tender, lengthy details about how the lice powder should be mixed with warm water, …
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