The two Jonathans

I once lived in a tiny basement apartment with a kind-hearted femme fatale who wore black leather and dyed her hair bright red. We might’ve been poor in funds, but we were rich in love. We made new friends every week it seemed through the semi-popular band for which I was the main songwriter. I … Continued

The strung out ones and worse

It was the spring of 2005. I was getting ready to go into work and help Harold clean out Twice Told Books and move furniture into his new house. I was nursing a drug-sprinkled hangover with a cup of sludgy black coffee and trying to will myself to get off of the couch where I’d … Continued

The last long goodbye

Stalin, while teaching his soldiers the easiest, most brutal way to instill loyalty, took a perfectly healthy chicken and violently plucked out each and every one of its feathers. The chicken then followed him around as he circled the room. The difference between chickens and humans, save the sometimes less-than-obvious capacity for abstract thought, reason, … Continued

They can kill you, but they can’t eat you

There was this kid I’ve known since high school: 22 years old, chronically unemployed and a month’s rent away from homelessness. His father drank himself to death. His mother disappeared. And his sister, who’d gotten him through his formative years, had just OD’d in Florida. I suppose it was more than he could take. He … Continued