I could not tell whether she was his girlfriend or his wife. I think she was biracial because her skin had this very sultry olive color. Strangely, even though her first four kids were whiter than she, I knew none of them were T.'s. It was the fifth that I was uncertain about. Somehow, T. and I ended up down in the basement on one couch ( Read more... )

It was called "Individual Study for Assholes in Physics" and I had, somehow, forgotten entirely about the program despite being personally responsible for its creation. During last night's dinner, a Saturn commercial featuring Alphaville's "Forever Young" spawned a discussion of proms. This in turn prompted more reminiscence of high school. ( Read more... )

It all began with a lifedrawing class. The professor announced that, in order to better appreciate the human form, each class member would be made to strip naked and stand before the group. Somehow, I was chosen to be first. I rapidly tore my clothing off and tossed it aside, determined to project an aura of confidence and indifference. Then I ( Read more... )