The Slowest Camper

grizzly-bear

Four days into April and snow was falling. After the one of the driest winters on record. I had the heat turned low. I shoved my green fleece Adopt-a-Platoon blanket beneath my comforter and wrapped my feet in it. Not moving. Fuck no. Oh fuck no . . .  I’d quit before I’d even lifted … More…

Date Night

Paper-Hearts

The bartender moved toward me as I slid onto a stool near one end. The bad music was interrupted by a worse DJ. I could understand at least half of what he was saying. Strip club DJs are supposed to mumble unintelligibly until they reach a pronoun. “Jack and a Bud . . . ” … More…