Three Skinny White Guys

The other day I walked over to the supermarket to return a Redbox movie. Down the street I saw my friend Jimmy approaching, whom I had not seen for several months — not since we told him he shouldn’t come back to church. That was a very disappointing affair. Jimmy’s a mess: an emaciated, scrawny…

The Exultant Anguish of Being: A Christmas Toast

It’s a tough job being human. It’s a painful, difficult venture, this business of of being alive. I don’t notice that any other creature experiences worry or anxiety like we do; but nor do I notice that any creature experiences exultation or joy like we. Other creatures do not seem as eager┬áto destroy themselves as…

Oh, what’s the word…

I am eating lunch with a terrific-looking lady, about fifty, brown eyes and hair, and a tiny mouth like a… like a… oh, what’s the word…? With petals… Says her name is Anna.┬áThere’s a girl too, a young woman, and she’s a knockout: tall and willowy, fabulous long hair, red I think. These women, they…