Ampersands are fat-jowled men in wigs, or pigs thinking.
Peter had only just finished rereading his favorite book, about an ape and a canine, when a rock hit his living room window.
I shave my face and listen to Philip Larkin on YouTube when I feel too high to exist.
My writing seems on hold for the week as my girlfriend and I purchase a home. My drinking is not on hold.
Life is the liquid in a glass half full. And your friends are bobbing in it, alongside you, until they're not.
My favorite writers report you never get over the feeling you're an amateur writer. No small comfort, but somehow a small win.
Something I don't do during the week anymore is drink hard alcohol. Last night I drank a Negroni in celebration.
Two of my favorite movie theaters serve beer to those twenty-one and older with a valid ID. This is a new, thrilling experience for me.
