This English professor, this old guy, I really liked him, asked the class if we made a list before we went to the grocery store. “Tell me about the list.” “What about it?” some fool would take the bait. Then he’d drag it out of the fool, too foolish to see or to even care [...] [...]
Art and I met in the queue at the Autozone, the nearest auto parts store to either of our houses, one of the few variations on the theme template that universalizes most heavily-trafficked shopping strips in our America. We were there for the same purpose, Art and I. He’d bought an after market stereo system [...] [...]
That’s not exactly true. These skinless creatures, one of which I have had the accident1 of becoming, never thought about getting a tattoo, never thought about having somebody draw on themselves. I find that a little more than interesting because they are into sleek, concise design. That’s plain to see with all the minimalist lines [...] [...]