He was a mean ugly slumlord, pushing 80 with a big chip on his shoulder. Every week he drove his old yellow van into town…
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After Roller Derby in Eureka, after lots of sushi and sake in Arcata, after she drove home to Trinidad at 11pm I walked around the…
I still don't know why I blew through that checkpoint outside Mazatlan on my last drive North up through Mexico even though the police went…
I sat in my dad’s house, empty except for a chair and the phone. It had taken me weeks to sort it out, clear it…
There was a crowd gathering outside the College of the Redwoods auditorium, we had all come to hear one of my literary heroes Sherman Alexie…
I had no idea that Nellie was an alcoholic. One night I woke up and noticed she wasn't in the bed; I went downstairs and…
And so ends my experience with the online personals: I must've contacted at least 150 women from all over the West Coast in their 40's…