..Devin was the only person I knew with an actual job. Granted, he stocked children’s rollerblades and cans of tennis balls in the sports department of some Walmart … Still, it was enough for him to be a swaggering minimum-wage retail sugar daddy …
My son runs into the living room. He wears the tuxedo he received last Christmas, the cuffs now high above his wrists. It’s New Year’s Eve, and I keep an eye on the clock.
My friend Dan texted me to ask if I remembered Sid. I replied, “Of course I remembered Sid. Why?”
I heard the distinct sound of a sniffle as I looked up and saw a naked woman climb onto a cluttered desk.
My father gave me my first real job. I was happy to accept the grace of nepotism.
I worked at the Dakota Watch Company because Stacy was cute.
… I spend most of my time trying to narrow down a dissertation topic. But I am in Paris, after all.
One night the guy in the downstairs apartment … cut his wrists and took a bunch of pills. Then he knocked on my door.
I know the deadline for applications for Ballgirl positions for the 2012 season has long since passed…
Scrolling through Yahoo’s online finance page, I stumble on this purple headline: “A U.S. Debt Crisis Is On Its Way.”
