It absolutely goes without saying that your life changes when you sign your soul away. It also goes without saying that you, be you man or woman, must alter certain habits. Stop humming whilst you brush your teeth. Stop that before you co-habitate. That nasty habit, while cute in the beginning, will turn into a fucking nuisance a few years down the ( Read more... )

The Drum was most beautiful beneath a blanket of snow. Nan was the kind of woman who softened during winter. A bear approaching hibernation. Carols started at first frost, and while we listened to Bing sing his dreams of a White Christmas, my sister and I splashed about in puddles of shit-gray slush, hoping for an illness to excuse us from school ( Read more... )