The job was killing me. When I told this to friends they would scoff. What did they know about the misery of grading student compositions? [...]

Originally published in Verbicide issue #25 In the fall of 1979 I was an angst-ridden college freshman struggling to find a place in a university [...]

Originally published in Verbicide issue #24 Winter 1984. I’d been living in the Washington, DC area for about five months. To be specific, I was [...]

Originally published in Verbicide issue #23 The phone rang at 5:30 in the morning and unfortunately I was already awake to answer it. In fact, [...]

I dreamt I saw Al Gore last night. And in my dream Al Gore was wearing his Nobel Prize medal and it was magic. It gave him the power of flight. Yes, Al Gore could fly in my dream and he was flying around the world saving the human race from itself. He smote the evil SUVs, and when the people were confused he showed them his PowerPoint and they were satisfied.

Originally published in Verbicide issue #13 The sunburned man’s tattoo read FTW: Fuck The World. I knew that’s what it stood for because I’d met [...]