Spitball Army

Her thin, papery hands ran over my face. She couldn’t recall my name but recognized the shape of my jaw. So, naturally, we danced.

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Four years ago, he had a tumor removed from beneath his left eye. Now, when he smiles, only his right eye is shadowed by a crease.

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I approach the cashier: “How are you?” “I’m BLESSED!” she chirps, “How was breakfast?” “Best goddam pancakes I ever ate,” I reply.

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The cop car drove away. “I just can’t ever win!” I complained. “What’s this then?” she asked, holding aloft the speeding ticket.

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On October 13, 2009, Lightning Rod Records will release Live in Europe, a document of Texan James McMurtry’s first European tour.

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We stood on the South Rim, watching a lightning storm miles to the north. As we clutched cocoa in our mittens, it began to snow.

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