When a young lady with unusual priorities shows up at your door to talk about life, crime, and religion, it makes for a hell of a story. Author Robert Easton-Waller explains.
For mild spirits.
Head Coach Blues, Part 1
Hell, it’s not a position I asked for. It’s a position I inherited.
A few years ago, I was a mere assistant, happy to simply be a part of a bigger machine, a team that seemed like it was engineered to win. Every time. We won seventy straight games, blowing away the previous record by twenty-three. […]
Him.
He lit his cigarette, slowly turning it clockwise like one would a cigar. Then he slumped back into his chair while clearing his thoat.
“The thing is,” he said, exhaling the smoke,”I really *am* misunderstood. It’s not just a cliché.” I nodded. “They think of me and images of ‘evil’ come to mind.” Puff. “Extraordinary, really.”
“And […]
Apneac
The following is a brief account of my slow descent into sleep-deprived madness.
Daytona Beach, Summer 1993—Some friends and I drop acid and spend the night in a motel. In the morning, one of them complains that I kept him up all night with my hideous snoring. No one has ever before told me I snore, […]
Dead Bodies and Me
When my mom dressed my brother and me in our Easter outfits and told us we were going to the funeral of Bill the Clown, we didn’t know how to react. We could see she was sad and supposed that we should be, too. But the prospect of a clown funeral was just too tantalizing.
In […]