I was born into a sad person’s middle class white home of angry people and miserable immigrant grandparents who loved me more than my own weird mother did. Always a feminist before I could clearly say the letter ‘f,’ I started seriously writing in second grade when the authorities pronounced me a child genius […]
…the end of the press run of the first 400 Words issue, that is. I was shocked and delighted to discover, yesterday, that only about three of the original twenty-some boxes of 400 Words remain. Naturally if you want one, for yourself or posterity, there’s no time to lose. Buy one now!
It was a nice […]
A cramped New York apartment, one of the smallest places he, a recent implant from Florida, has lived in. But coming from rat-infested dorms and an Alphabet City dig where the floors peeled up, this place with its hardwood floors and exposed brick is the nicest I’ve lived in, at least in New York City. […]
I now reside in Portland, Oregon. I arrived here two years ago in a beat-up truck with everything I owned crammed into the bed and cab. I was fleeing Lee’s Summit, Missouri, where I had worked for a shady sub-contractor for the Justice Department—blowing the whistle led to my termination. I lived with a woman […]
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