On that vein, some stories I have been enjoying this year:
Before My Change Jar Went Missing by Drew Jackson.
"Wendy explains that clip joint girls aren't whores. Clip joint girls take it off for jack offs who can't touch them.
I listen, but what I don't say is this: I know."
I, excited, always say too much; this strike me as a perfect level of saying just enough.
The Man From The Circus by Kirsty Logan.
"I stepped out for a cigarette halfway through the girl-on-the-pony show. I liked the idea of the girl-on-the-pony show, but the reality of it depressed me. I could see the gobs of glue holding on the horse's plume, and the girl had lipstick on her teeth."
I am insanely jealous of this story. I read it a lot and wish I had written it.
Dreaming In Mink by Jane Hammons
"They aren't gossiping. They are figuring it out."
Again: restraint. This is delicious.