I loved how that four-letter word tickled the tip of my tongue as it dove free. Those four little letters wielded such power. Nothing could get in its way once it leapt from the tongue. I wished my mother would’ve said the word fuck more often and meant it. Maybe she would’ve amounted to more in ...
Every Wednesday I gathered my dirty clothes and lugged them down the condo steps and out to Larry’s car. I hated doing laundry on Wednesday nights because it got in the way of my favorite show, American Idol. Larry could only do laundry night on Wednesdays because he over-committed himself every ...