Away games are the best, because there’s the additional time spent on the bus. Sometimes I can manage to get a seat right behind her. One time I even got to sit right next to her, coming back from a night game upcounty. We didn’t talk much, she had her earbuds in. She let me share her blanket, though. That bus ride was a forty-minute paradise.
I could never ask her out: she’s a senior. Seniors don’t date sophomores, especially sophomore clarinetists. She did wink at me that one time, though, during the homecoming parade. Happiest day of my life.
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– September 2, 2010
It got to the point that Jim would make shit up to get pain pills.
“Your shoulder still hurts?” The Doctor asked, looking at his chart.
“I just need something to get me through the season, Doc,” Jim would say, never even thinking of playing Baseball.
“I don’t usually do this,” the Doctor said. “After baseball season, we discuss surgery.”
“Of course,” Jim said, taking the script.
He worked the French fry pit at Burger King. He was going to turn 35 next month. He hadn’t been laid in ten years. It was lying for mild pain pills or suicide.
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Title by: David S.
Story by: Jarvis
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– September 1, 2010
After the second night of of bombing in Edinburgh, the comedian went back to the hotel early. He’d been clean so long that it didn’t occur to him to find a pub to saturate his nerves. The festive scent of hashish crawled out from under the door across the hall, behind which his fellow countrymen were helping each other forget the tough UK crowds. And though the drugs were still a part of him, he refused to let them in. He laid a towel beneath his door, plugged into his iPhone, and listened to “Knights in White Satin” on repeat.
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Story by: Nick
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– August 31, 2010
It had been four years; I’d been out of the hospital for three. I was working at a restaurant, bussing tables, sharing an apartment with this dude I met in group. I got home late and turned on the television while I ate.
The doctor had said, “Anything can be the catalyst for your memory returning: a sound, a smell, a face, a location. It can happen at any time. Don’t lose hope.”
The news ended and SNL came on. It was the one with Gaga. Suddenly I remembered being married to you and our discussing hating everything about her.
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Story by: David
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– August 27, 2010
“Where are you going to be?” I asked. She didn’t like the question.
“Europe,” she said. The cab for the plane was waiting. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“You’ll see me again,” she said.
“When?”
“Fremantle,” she said. “Five years. There is a bench at a park with a rock in the middle, in the middle of the city.”
“Australia?” I asked.
“February, 2008,” she said. “I’ll be there.”
At the beginning of February in 2008, I sat on a bench facing a rock in a park in the middle of the city. Sure enough, an hour later, she sat down beside me.
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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: Jarvis
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– August 26, 2010
My back hurts. My whiskers are graying and my butt is bare from sitting on stumps all day. It’s good for my back to sit on stumps. Chi-chi is growing weary of me, I feel, because I am so demanding. “Get me berries!” I say. “Scratch my back!” I used to scratch my own back on the bark of the oak trees, before I threw it out reaching for carp. “Chi-chi, get me carp!” Chi-chi hates water, but he’s good with tools. I worry that Chi-chi will meet another bear one day, one who is good-natured and not so needy.
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Title by: Danni Alloy
Story by: Nick
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– August 25, 2010
“It’s a what, now?” She stood in the doorway, smirking. She knew what I was saying. She was just making me spell it out so she could watch me squirm.
“A pledge task.”
“What does that mean?”
“Every active gives me a task. I have to complete all of them…”
“And?”
“And Jim’s was your… uh… well…” I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
“Panties.”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
Wendy sighed, but she was still smirking as she turned to lean against the door jamb. “Well, all right. But you’re going to have to come in and take them off me yourself.
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Story by: David
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– August 24, 2010
The bar was full. People were holding their drinks and conversing. Then it all slows down. It dulls. The noise tones down to the sound of beads dropping onto wood floors. I saw people there, but the faces seemed to mimic each other. It was a feeling of touching your arm. Do I feel my hand? Do I feel my arm? Which is feeling which? Is my hand numb? Is my arm numb? I wanted to contain the feeling. It slipped away. I had to act like I knew what I was doing, pretend like I knew how to pretend.
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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: Jarvis
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– August 23, 2010
Deer Fred. You arr probbly eggspecting to see a kewl plait of hott beggan and eggs, instedd of this, a “Deer Jonn” letter.
Yoov always thot I was stoopid. When wee plaid Jeppardy, you maid us buzz in with penns, butt you always tuk the clik penn and gave me the wun with a capp, so how wus I 2 win?
Last knight, when you showed Jymm and Karluh the Berthday Card I had giffen you, and pointed out that I spelled luv luff LOVE rong, I was huemilleyated! There arr sum words I CAN spel rite. Like SCRUE YOU.
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Tytle bye: amazingcookie
Sturry bye: Nick
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– August 20, 2010
Stan’s Guide to Meeting People, Especially people You want to Sleep With.
Chapter 54: Okay, so you’re ready to talk to people.
The greatest challenge when trying to meet people, especially people of the opposite sex, is to actually care about what they think. At first, this is difficult. Most people are amazingly stupid. However, over time, your mind either numbs to their stupidity or you, in turn, become a bit stupid. Either way, be yourself. Unless yourself is an asshole, in which case be someone completely different. Acting like John Cusack in “Say Anything” is a natural first step…
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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: Jarvis
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– August 19, 2010
