"The line between the past and the present": What I DON'T want to know then what I know now, and why it matters (Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume XXXII)
A man saunters into the booth next to me in a restaurant, sliding a piece of soiled white paper across the table to my trembling hands. All month I’ve known this was coming, like the fabled menstrual cycles of old. The man’s hands were rough, coated with sawdust, and his beard was, well, let’s say a... Read more »