This was the Dixie circuit–it was nothing for a Peterbilt to pull off the interstate with a six hundred pound rat, two-headed goats or a Donkey Woman nursing horsey-faced twins. Leviathan was the first whale me or Jimmy’d ever seen, coated in a slick layer of cottage cheese looking stuff. It just lay there. No posters of living [...]
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Jasper is schooling us on the finer points of fisting. It’s only a touch past midnight and he’s already managed to lose his camper from going all in on a drastic Texas Hold ‘Em flop, praying for a flush that never proved. But now he’s on to talking about the love he found for [...] My kid transferred through every school on our side of the mountain. Only six, but a fighter. I didn’t teach him that. The principals ask, – “well, Mr. Doppler, where might Fred have learned to lash out?” Nature, I say. Too much violence on this mountain – electrical storms and rockslides and predation, balled [...] Down here the mining companies built the towns. Everyone owed their living to the minerals coming from the belly of the earth. Even if they didn’t swing a pick in the dark, they worked at one of the rooming houses, shops, or saloons that the miners needed. As things will, the shaft mining dried up. [...] I first met Ray up in the mountains at the I-40 rest stop, where I used to go to meet guys sometimes. I found him leaning against a wall, albino-pale, with these watery fish eyes. We messed around in a stall for a bit, and then he told me to meet him at the red [...] Slick with sweat, Sweets stops at the cargo train tracks to catch his breath and fan himself with the Mobile Press Register. He shuffles under the welded arch of the main entrance to the Alabama Dry Docks and a uniformed guard directs him to the employment office. Sweets already knows the way. He carefully chooses [...] Benji watched Kevin scratch his crotch with his left hand while he poked his meaty fingers into a 16-pound bowling ball with his right. The semester had just begun and the place was packed. “So how do I look?” he shouted. “I’m a big King Pin.” Mary turned away from his stupid fucking stupid shit [...] Rosalie’s hair is glossy and black, as glossy and black as a raven’s wing. It hangs down over her sun-bronzed shoulders and back in ringlets she makes with a curling iron. She reaches up and back to grasp a sheaf of these ringlets and there is the brisk metallic sound of a spring-loaded hair [...] It was snowing pretty hard and I was driving with one eye open. Not another car in sight, I never could understand how a person lives in a place where other cars are up on you all the time. I like my space. I like other people having their space too. I was so blitzed [...] November 1, 1961: Gibby is in the hayloft of the barn looking at the pages he tore out of the Sears and Roebuck catalogue. This morning when he was looking at the Christmas toys and making a wish list, Eli showed him the pages of women wearing brassieres and panties. If you wet your finger and [...] |
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