It’s a Tom Waits evening. The poison in my system makes my body feel like an accordion and my head a megaphone. Whatever that means. The breeze is strong, enough to make the weeds tumble. The moon is low over the coulees and the rain has excited the sagebrush. I am a dancing king and […]
Author Archive | Dan Pasternak
One side of my roommate’s phone conversation
– Yeah, it’s Dave, is Mom there? – No, don’t put Dad on. – You fucking asshole. – Hey Dad, is Mom around? – Yeah school’s going well. I’m at the library like ten hours a day. – Hey Mom. Listen, I need some cash. Can you put, like, three grand in my account. What? – […]