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The Wrong Rev wore a Dacron shirt,and began the eulogy by kissing astatue of the Buddha.“Brothers and sisters,” he said.“The lonely,..
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The kids flying their kites in the park told me they’d stopped believing.When I asked them what had happened to change their minds, they just sh..
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When I was in junior high, my parents made an appointment for me to see the school psychologist because I wasn’t performing up to their expectat..
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My point is this.That I had something to say,but not much.I was relying too much on my thesaurus.Reading too many Cliff notes.The women in my life wer..
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She continued going about how she’d recently become a vegan.“Froot Loops are vegan,” she said.“Really?” I said.“Mm..
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Sitting on the edge of my bed at three o’clock in the morning, rubbing my face anxiously, smoking a cigarette, thinking about that conversation ..
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"You can write about me," she said. "As long as you call her Myra and she's a closeted him." “After Myra Breckinridge?" I said. "No, after Tori ..
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So now that I’ve finally found my voice, I can begin to write that Marginal American Novel.I think its major theme will be The Search for Person..
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My old man had dragged me to Yom Kippur services.Which was cool because I got to take the day off from school.“The self-appointed big-mouth of t..
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My father took me fishing the day after I barely graduated from high school.I didn’t really like to fish, but I had nothing else to do, so I fig..
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