You will know the country for fences, for feces, for cows, or, You will know the country for the smell of hay and manure blowing over the hills to you.

They hunger for new real estate/ and those resources underground

For those in know know know there was hint of a wilderness Cadillac...

In need of help, he bought his first self-help book at the age of twenty-nine.

the moment he started walking my hands were given new tasks to do:

The president snapped awake at three AM. He realized he was a serial killer. Highly trained and equipped killers on his orders were summarily murdering thousands of raggedly dressed people in the name of Democracy.

A bar of chocolate stuck in pudding (don’t you see where this is going)

I remember distinctly the first time I saw Lynda. She was not a stunning-looking girl by any stretch of the imagination. She was short, with naturally blond Swedish hair that she wore in a long ponytail that dropped down her back. It was freezing outs

Rocky looked iron-built, tall and lean, not round like April. Russian lawn ornament, I said, mistaking the thought as mine.

Matt was among those rare creatures; an ideal kind of reader ...

But then there were car windows bashed out on both sides Glass on the ground like Kristallnacht

"Excuse me. I believe you have a little something falling from your right nostril there," he said, pointing with his pinky.

Hole #1 – Loop-de-Loop A piece of metal curved into a loop like a curlicue off-ramp. Jake and I step up to the Golf-O-Rama mat like accidental twins. My ball is half blue and half orange, like a gas station freebie. The old man at the desk said I

no one told him there was a place where heroes died, but he should have known it was in love

We head home, skirting along the coast, humble before catapulting waves; the lighthouse near invisible if not for a single band of red.