Inhuman Swill : January 1998

Breaking the ambulance in

This is the story of why I'm cautious when I cross the street—though still perhaps not as cautious as I should be. I got off easy, after all. I was—what?—eight or nine years old? The family was living in Bountiful,...  read

Occasionally, um, terrifically satisfying

It must be going on two years ago now that came home to my Brooklyn apartment to find a message waiting on the answering machine. Much to my delight, the message wasn't for me, and I found it entertaining in...  read