America and North Korea’s Bad Romance

Morals are for pussies. It’s what the Europeans with their socialism and their tiny defense budgets care about. Power. That’s what I respect. And you know what? Maybe I like bad boys. Maybe tough guys turn me on.

Conscience

“This article says that one in every twenty-five Americans has no conscience and can do whatever they want without experiencing guilt.”

Flawless

I had this idea in my head for ages, like ever since I first heard this Beyonce song. 👌😩💦💦💦 But then I thought maybe I should do more than just post a picture. Like, maybe talk about something important. First, a disclaimer. I have no love for Putin and I never will, but I do love…

Russia Stole My Girlfriend

Japan’s wristlet purse rattled all the way to the coffee bar. “Double shot, please,” she told the machine. It whirred to life and soon a steaming shot of bean water was filling a mug. She fetched a pill pouch from her purse. It had to be holding at least a dozen different pills in all…

Sticks & Carrots

For a while, I’ve wanted to write stories that would play out, at least in one’s head, like a kind of sketch comedy where the “skits” are akin to single-shot gags. I guess technically those are called vignettes. The other caveat: it’s centered entirely around things (both real and made up) that happen at/in the…

Meiguo

Keep dreaming, trashboy.

Cuba’s (Not So) Glorious Communist Romance

Mexico was not North Korea. In fact, they probably didn’t even look the same naked. But Cuba wouldn’t know because she’d never seen what was underneath North Korea’s perfectly pressed, gray suits. If she had, she wouldn’t be sitting next to Mexico then, sticky leather seats beneath them and an expanse of constellations above.

She

I feel her everywhere. She is the shadow at the end of every hallway. The eyes staring at me from the darkness. The black figure I catch in corner of my vision. The chill that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand. She is never in front of me, always behind. Always…

The Problem Child

On America’s birthday, England “fondly” remembers the “best” memories of his “son.”