A work of fiction. … mostly.
It’s almost impossible for a northerner to move to the south and make friends without receiving the nickname Yankee. You’d need something like a cleft chin, in which case you’d be called Butt Chin or Old Butt Face, to avoid this. You have two options when nicknamed Yankee: you can [...]
Gavin,
I just made time to read your wings story. It does a good job of
capturing three points of view and the place each character is at as the
(new) Iraq War begins. The writing is good, and some of the lines, such
as the men talking about the war being over in a month and [...]
Sam
Everest needed water. Fat bastard was trying to eat 50 atomic wings in an hour, and the jackass’ drink of choice was Yeungling. It was doing more harm than good. It took up a ton of stomach space and was failing to extinguish the fire that was raging in Everest’s throat. Beads of sweat [...]
The bet
Seriously dude, I can fuck any bitch I want. Take this little slut Stacey. I pulled her at the Bulldog without saying a fucking word. She saw me walk outside with this dirty wigger who everyone knew was straight with the white, and when I came back in, she totally eye-fucked me. That ugly [...]
Jen backed through the kitchen door with a tray full of garbage. The sizzle from the deep fryer took a backseat to the ringing in her ears. The Wednesday night special had gotten so big with the college crowd that the manager hired a D.J. to play from ten to close. Music didn’t make Jen’s [...]
