1-800-Suicide-Hotline, Ext. ATM

One of the absolute best reasons to not commit suicide is the fact that there’s a good chance you’ll get to fuck again before you die of whatever…


6 to 6: Somebody Say the Magic Word

I get out of the cab and step into the oven of a normal Arizona summer day. I can’t find her, I can’t find her. My passenger is supposed to be at the…


About Politics

I am standing before a cute mirror, therethrough looking, and I see there Prometheus, his torches with fires, a weird-like ash, a poetical comet as…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 10: Drama Studio

Young Voices I got into the literary circle “Young Voices” thanks to Genka Pantyukhov, my classmate and the son of a physics teacher. We were fond of…


6 to 6: And Deliver Us from the Vikings, Amen

A flashlight comes on in the dark. The light defines the motions of a man’s hand as he rises to his feet. The light lands here and there on empty…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 9: School Again, Part 2

Chemistry Lesson One Our classroom was at the end of the corridor opposite the gym door. Schoolchildren freed from physical education were required…


6 to 6: This Shit Kicks Viagra’s Ass

My sunflower-yellow cab stopped in front of a small trailer on a gravel road. A big old man came slowly out into the sun, his body jerking and…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 9: School Again, Part 1

Having moved to a new place of residence, my parents transferred me to a new school. Rather, my mother transferred me. Although not far from us was a…


Tales of Interest: My First Missed Connection

Awkward comedies are the worst. In fact, cringe-worthy crapfests like Curb Your Enthusiasm usually make me leave the room. A while back, I got an…


What’s the Worst Tattoo You’ve Ever Given Someone?

Back in the day, bikers, sailors, and convicts used to have tattoos. This was pretty sweet because tattoos were like a big neon sign that told you…