Armidale had been good to me so far. I was waiting for a steak and the octogenarian tinder experiment next to me was about to kick off. The geriatric sex fiends were sauced up on booze and had been ushered in from the bar. They were so drunk they could barely talk and seemed demented, … Continue reading Armidale Love Story →

The movie was only twelve minutes and thirty-one seconds in, so it wasn’t a big deal. The call could have waited. He wasn’t that important, but fuck it, right? So she sat in the middle of the theatre with the movie playing at full volume and yelled into the phone at a guy she had … Continue reading Whiteknight Apocalypse →

I was sitting across from her trying to stay focused on what she was saying but I was fading in and out and her tits were the only thing keeping me afloat. I was bobbing up and down in an ocean of bored shitlessness and I was going to have to get up and leave … Continue reading Her Novel →

She wasn’t getting what she deserved. That goddamn guy was holding her back with his sweaty and hairy bullshit. She no longer knew why she had married him. In fact, if she was truthful with herself, she only married him because he had tricked her. He had tricked her into thinking he was something that … Continue reading What She Deserved →