The Junkyard Dog Bleeds

My love of words is large and mean and my heart -it’s just a junkyard dog that growls at nothing and gnaws at old bones until they’re dust. I have become so much better since I’ve obtained a strong handle on the absurdity of myself but still there’s nothing easier than picking up a bottle […]

Fuck January

It was -26C out. I had turned the key twice but my car wouldn’t start. It would just growl a little then die. I gave it a dirty look. It started. I drove across a city covered in ice as brittle as glass and snow turned hard as stone screaming along to a rap song […]