Monthly Archives: August 2009

Ear Wax

I met this girl, and she asked me why I chose China.  I hate this fucking question.  I get asked this question all the time, and my response is horrible: I came here to write.  Pretty much the main reason I chose China was because I wanted to start a web site and write about [...]

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Don’t wanna go back to school

I start teaching on Tuesday.  I’m nervous.  I haven’t worked since the first week of June.  I’ve been spoiled.  I love not working.  It’s the best.  Beer Monster and I have to walk about 20 minutes to get to school.  We did it yesterday in order to meet the headmaster and have lunch with a [...]

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Wounded soldiers

It was still dark when I woke.  I got up and hit the bathroom light.  The floor was covered in dirt, little footprints in the shower where a girl had stood.  I rubbed my eyes with my free hand while I pissed.  I knew I was awake.  I left my room and walked down the [...]

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Reaction to Yeungs and Wings

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 [...]

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Yeungs and Wings (Final version – 2009)

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 [...]

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Yeungs and Wings (2007)

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 [...]

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Yeungs and Wings (2003)

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 [...]

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