“In the realm of the senses, I still feel nothing,” I tell my therapist in my best attempt at an… Read more Off the Merseyrail
Before they were making their final arrangements to leave New York, he was listening to Interpol, the first and second… Read more Hey Who’s On Trial?
One, of course, would be surprised to discover that there is such a thing as a poverty-stricken prostitute. Perhaps because… Read more The Prostitute in Need of Credit Counseling
“Sensory Judge.” That was the official title. And it made the job sound a lot more glamorous than it really… Read more The Taste Tester With No Taste
“Help me, help me! Please!” I scream, shriek really, to my father, who stands there–helpless himself–crying over the fact that… Read more On the Cuspid
Little fanfare is given to the caterpillar, a glorified worm, for all intents and purposes. At worst, merely a symbol… Read more A Caterpillar’s Broken Dream
Not everyone is going to understand what the fuck you’re doing. What could possibly be driving you to explore your… Read more Hey Girl, I Just Want You To Know That I Appreciate How You’re Turning Your Psychotic Break Into Art.
“Millennials Love Plants,” “Why Millennials Love Plants Despite Not Owning Property,” “Plant-Crazed Millennial Buys Fledgling Baltimore Flower Shop.” Over the… Read more The Plant-Hating Millennial
I didn’t set out to cause no trouble, na. All I wanted was to express myself through the only medium… Read more Death by Dance Craze
Bain went by Bain, she said, because she felt like, from the moment she hit adolescence, she was the bane… Read more Wig Shop Heist