You can always count on the inscrutable manners of the scheming elite who’ll screw you so professionally you’d think they were polishing you up for a favor. You’ll own nothing and love it. You’ll lose your privacy, but you won’t care. That downtown traffic is crazy this time of year. People spending money they don’t have on things they don’t need. If I had my way, we’d all be living on easy street. My idea of luxury is cocktails in the afternoon. Oh, I’m spoiled alright. Premium gas prevents the engine from pinging. And bring me another order of crab cakes, garçon. I can’t worry about tomorrow. Let someone else handle the details. I’ll just lie down until my headache goes away.
is living the high life in the lowlands of central California. His work has recently appeared in Beatnik Cowboy, Compass Rose Literary Journal, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Naugatuck River Review, Ghost City Review, and Quibble.
