Lipstick on a Troglodyte

Jason’s cooking lesson was on Sunday this weekend.  That’s because on Saturday, he had led an expedition of curious, adorable little children on an outing.  The kids belonged to Jason’s Aunt Rose and her husband’s brother – in exchange for two hundred bucks (plus expenses), Jason and his girlfriend Paisley had agreed to baby sit the… Continue reading Lipstick on a Troglodyte

The Elephant in the Bed Room (or Maybe the Back Seat)

Around eleven-thirty this morning, Gretchen walked into my office to deliver some news. “Mr. Collins, there’s this guy, he calls himself “Wrangler Jones” – he sounds young, probably not very sophisticated, most likely an ignorant, nose-picking, mouth-breathing redneck jack-off, actually, and he’s been calling, asking to talk to you, since, like, seven this morning, and… Continue reading The Elephant in the Bed Room (or Maybe the Back Seat)