There may be ruined fences, but there are no ruined stones.
Sometimes the best way out of the rain is into the river.
A young trucker lives across the cul–de–sac with his pretty girlfriend. She has a limp and lends me her hairdryer. When he’s home, he drinks until he’s numb to his thunderous sound–system, or he shows us all of his guns. He coats his knives in anticoagulant. But one night he brought out a high–powered telescope… [Read More]