Saturday, April 20, 2024
Hansen tried to forget the last time he’d been in an Arby’s. The memory was nearly there with the first bite of the roast beef sandwich, got closer after the curly fries, then swam into full focus when he took a sip of the Jamocha shake. It was after the Murray thing. Murray was one of the good ones. Hansen had always thought so. Then Clark played them the tape.
Saturday, April 20, 2024
Hansen tried to forget the last time he’d been in an Arby’s. The memory was nearly there with the first bite of the roast beef sandwich, got closer after the curly fries, then swam into full focus when he took a sip of the Jamocha shake. It was after the Murray thing. Murray was one of the good ones. Hansen had always thought so. Then Clark played them the tape.
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
Editor’s Note: I’m in the process of pulling in things I’ve written before, figuring out where it fits into the current site, and this was something I did back in April when Arizona was wanting to party like it was 1864 with an abortion ban. I’ve debated posting this for a couple reasons: As of September, that ban has been repealedA reluctance to wade into topics like women’s rightsHowever, it’s pretty indicative of my personal beliefs, my editorial tone, and it’s time I stopped sanitizing what I put out under my own name because I’m worried what people will think.
Saturday, April 13, 2024
In retrospect, the second grenade was overkill. He had said that he wanted it to be loud, make a point, let the neighbors know that something needed to be done, but she didn’t need both grenades for that. It was just a trailer, after all, and considering what was inside it, she could have gotten the job done with a couple of highway flares. But Charlotte was never one for half measures.
Saturday, April 13, 2024
In retrospect, the second grenade was overkill. He had said that he wanted it to be loud, make a point, let the neighbors know that something needed to be done, but she didn’t need both grenades for that. It was just a trailer, after all, and considering what was inside it, she could have gotten the job done with a couple of highway flares. But Charlotte was never one for half measures.
Saturday, April 6, 2024
Rasul took another sip of tea, looking at the picture the tall American had slid across the table. There were two of them sitting across from Rasul in the lobby of the Islamabad Serena. Not that they’d asked, but Rasul liked the Kabul Serena better. It had been almost a year since he’d last been there. Avoiding the Taliban and their guests, he told himself. Nothing to do with being a real estate agent in a city turned ghost town, haunted by dead dreams and fading memories.
Saturday, April 6, 2024
Rasul took another sip of tea, looking at the picture the tall American had slid across the table. There were two of them sitting across from Rasul in the lobby of the Islamabad Serena. Not that they’d asked, but Rasul liked the Kabul Serena better. It had been almost a year since he’d last been there. Avoiding the Taliban and their guests, he told himself. Nothing to do with being a real estate agent in a city turned ghost town, haunted by dead dreams and fading memories.
Saturday, March 16, 2024
As the smoke clears after the fire that engulfed actress/model/eyebrow goals Cara Delevigne’s home last week, some things are apparent: Her cats are fineShe’s not wrong about ball pitsThe robots are coming for your calendarsI’m copping to a pop culture reference to make a point about society, because now that Buzzfeed News has gone the way of the dodo, the pet rock and the Hula Burger, there’s that critical gap between finding out whether you’re the couch in Central Perk or the one by the fountain in Friends and I aim to fill it.
Tuesday, January 16, 2024
As a Texas resident, I know the Buc-ee’s. I’m in awe in much the same way I’m in awe of strip mining equipment: I’m impressed by the engineering, a little sad that this exists. Because it’s the near-complete enshittification of the American road trip, taking what was once adventure winding through towns and cities that has been devoid of character and color ever since they finished the interstates. Don’t get me wrong: if the option is a Buc-ee’s, I’m taking it.