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Where are the warm isles of emerald waters and sugar sand, where a depleted bag of tricks may be refilled?
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"I would physically — not metaphorically, mind you — make love to that avocado..."
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Thanks to Congressman Alexander Pirnie, I was the first to win the lottery on December 1, 1969. I was nineteen years old. Other winners escaped to Canada. I did not. I thought about it, though. But I was more afraid of a military prison than being shot by a…
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I ordered the blackened catfish as they ripped the neon cactus and Stetson from the wall. Background sounds of crashing glass, chopping wood. A bulldozer’s rumble as my meal arrived, sawdust snowing down.
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I came to a field where, scattered around, were quite a few men digging holes
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Sharon called me “Wolfie” (very sweet!) and I distinctly heard her gasp, “Jesus!” when I entered her the first time on my dad’s ski boat, while you and Rick DeMille came swimming up behind us, yelling out my name: “Pharaoh … Pharaoh.” We
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Children should not be made to do things unless they want it.
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Some guys get by on hope or hate or both. Some lose their minds, if they brought them in the first place.
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You longed to rip off her butterfly wings and watch her scream in agony. You ached to carve the steel from her eyes.
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“Americans like beer, right?” he asks. “It’s not acceptable for a woman to buy beer.” He proffers it in a brown paper bag.
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Somebody needed to take my clothes off. Somebody needed to moisten their fingers and stick something up inside me. Somebody needed to whisper something in my ear and get me going and have me get on top and never stop until I came and came again. Somebody
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Last week, Zitana gave me six losing numbers. For the Mega Millions, she said, untold riches await you! I followed her advice. Not one number came up.
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Sure, he tried to get up, but he had that look in his eye. Something happens. The body knows what the mind does not.
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I avert my gaze to the crab grass pushing through broken concrete, the spent condoms, the empty vodka nips rolling at her stockinged feet...
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