"alright," J. said, shifting the parking brake up, "I need to go up and get some tapes for the drive down to San Diego ( Read more... )

It was raining heavily in San Francisco when our flight came in. City lights twinkled in and out of low flying clouds and there was that disquieting presence of turbulence that made the plane feel less like a graceful bullet arcing through the sky and more like a drunk driver trying to stay in his own lane ( Read more... )

If you ask any of my old friends about the summer and fall of 1996, you're likely to hear about Shelter parties, a series of massively debauched gatherings that Tony, Jason and I held at our apartment in Kenmore Square. You might've heard how we played host to a hundred out-of-town goth kids during the opening hours of Convergence II. You might' ( Read more... )

We decided on swinging by Hayes street and picking out a restaurant at random. On the way, we started comparing notes about our fellow classmates. Who's married. Who's got kids. Who's unemployed. Who's out of the closet. Who's snapped ( Read more... )

the phone rings twice before she picks up ( Read more... )