
100 Words - No Whistle
I can’t whistle. I can’t snap my fingers. Both due to slight physical abnormalities. Missing these skills always made me…
Stuff Tom Wrote Down
I can’t whistle. I can’t snap my fingers. Both due to slight physical abnormalities. Missing these skills always made me…
My mother hated my Freshman year, “dancing partner,” as she called her, for all the reasons I loved her. She…
Carlson’s unofficial diagnosis was that he was starved for affection. Though that implies that there was no one in his…
In an attempt to make sense of his life, Raul assigned his worries, fears and outrages into mental constellations and…
My sexual path through life could be considered retrograde at best. Zigging when they wanted me zagging. Tender when manly…
This motel was a special kind of creepy. The desk clerk had one eye and kept sticking his finger into…