“I mean, what I’m saying is,” he said, “is that going skinny dipping never killed anyone ( Read more... )

“What’s your cel number?” she asked me ( Read more... )

Ms. Jerryson had a brace on her leg. One foot clanked ( Read more... )

I’d like to remember her the way most ex-boyfriends remember their exes. That is to say, when I’m drunk and missing her, I want to remember that space right under her ear, her easy smile, and that way that she’d hiccup if she laughed too much. When I’m angry at her and hurt, I want to remember that time she kissed the bouncer just to piss me off ( Read more... )