Time is what’s killing him.
He asks for more.
Burned in a Match Race
This is how a gambler once summarized his short stay in Saratoga, New york: “Cost me just about everything I owned to buy a really good-looking thoroughbred, and I couldn’t wait to race the horse.
Unfortunately, I beat him.”
Knock Knock
Faint tapping came from Frank’s wall each night. He dreamt of messages from lost souls, but he always forgot them come morning.
Loving From Afar
Fancied so many. Embraced so few.
Hurricane
The tavern’s roof had been torn off and its owner couldn’t afford repairs.
He decided to reopen immediately–as a “topless bar.”
Stars Are Killers
The stars are killers. Whenever they fade out and die, their light dies too and we are left in darkness, only to be consumed by nothingness.
An Apparently Acceptable Alternative
Like most people, he never actually tried to kill himself.
For shamefully long periods of time, however, he had chosen to stop living.
Capricorn
All of the writers and singers and geniuses that were blessed enough to be born under the starsign of Capricorn were alcoholics with awful family lives and terrible human skills.
And since I am also a blessed Capricorn, who thinks she can write, sing, draw and paint, and I am so scared of a normal family, I think that I should start drinking, so that my dog can save me from myself when I get too caught up in these shenanigans.
Good Enough
My story, as I know it, might end today; my thoughts are always lost, always dirty, always mean. My life was never good enough, I was never good enough.
Teeth
Jeannie gave up brushing to be with her dentist: his earthy smell, the pressure of fingers in her mouth. Five root canals, and she can’t stop smiling.
ASHAMED
He felt deeply ashamed. Of existing.
My Son, the Athlete
The kid once threw a no-hitter. Unfortunately, he was boxing.
Peace No More
Like most of those passionate young people who–during the hippified sixties–went around chanting “Make Love Not War!” the dude eventually opted to do both.
He got married.
Hiding, Not Seeking
The night they met–in the most ardent of tones and with tears glistening in her gorgeous hazel eyes–she told him he was the kind of guy who’s hard to find.
It took many months of mostly painful interaction with her for him to finally realize what she had really meant was, he was the kind of guy she was not looking for.
Decidedly Unsubtle Was He
As a bitter smile distorted her lovely face, she informed one new friend that her ex had been painfully easy to read.
Should she somehow displease him–by, for example, saying something he did not like–her lip would suddenly split and she’d be treated to the familiar taste of her own blood.
Had Him at Goodbye
He offered her nothing.
She returned it.
How you should apologize to people
Sound travels at fast speed, buzzing and killing my silence. But my body is unaware of it, my soul is weak and I have no answer to give you.
Recognising Other Creatures’ Right to Feed
He did not fight the crocodile when it latched onto his leg and dragged him underwater. He did not believe he had the right to deprive the hungry beast from its meal.
The Side Effects of Having Kids
The Side Effects of Having Kids
After a night of drinking with friends, Brad—the only father at the table—scratched his balls and announced he had to go “potty”. The hooker never took his phone number.
Seismogram
The woman rummaged through her handbag, her husband was ruggedly handsome, the heat was stifling, the crowd was buzzing with anticipation. The show was about to begin when a clumsy and unironical earthquake convulsed massively and in the atmosphere of sudden pain no one said anything unnecessary