Growing up in Lawton, Oklahoma in the 1980s, I always heard stories about a guy named Crazy Larry who huffed paint and rode a bicycle around town. They said he wore a jacket in triple digit temps. They said he’d been a genius who ruined his life huffing paint. They said a lot of things. I never saw him as a kid, though, and I … Continue reading Crazy Larry
You hate pizza. Can’t stand the sight or the smell of it. You’d almost rather eat dog shit. Your friend Tom fucking loves pizza, man. I mean, he will roll up a Totino’s like a quesarito and deepthroat it like Linda Lovelace, just slide that entire greasy motherfucker right down his esophagus. He doesn’t care if it’s a $1 frozen pizza, a Hot N’ Ready … Continue reading Go with the flow
When I’m standing in the middle of a crowded room, I watch people. I can’t help it. I look at their faces, I observe their body language, and I invent backstories for them based upon numerous factors. All of this, or at least most of it, occurs subconsciously and involuntarily, with only a few fleeting moments allotted to each person, because there’s just too many … Continue reading Empathy vs sympathy
