PUmpkin Eater

Touchtown: don’t get upset. Touchtown isn’t related to football, or pedophelia. It’s what they called a children’s area at the Kansas City Zoo. The “touch” was the touch of scruffy goats and bushy sheep. The sound was that of bleating, and the look was of red capped gumball machines dispensing pellets of generic feed, intended […]

drugstore

Last weekend I went to buy decongestant. The good decongestant, the one they use to make meth, the one with the sly name (pseudoephedrine), can now only be purchased from the pharmacist. I walk up to the drugstore doors, and see the sign says the pharmacy closes at 6. It is 6:08. Well. Now I […]

Love

One of my dear friends used to say, “when you’re going through hell, keep going,” but he’s dead now, so what does he know. I feel certain if there is any great place to be after death, he’s there, and he’s drunk most of the day. Another of my dear friends, her father died a […]

Coffee vs. Tea: 5 Rounds

After swing dancing for hours, I have a busted big toe, and I smell like the beer that has been spilled on me, but my swishy red dress still looks great. Let’s walk down the street and hang out a little longer. Order a mocha, I am told by boy I danced with who was dancing trained in an Austrian year abroad. You’ll love it.