Split Shots



I lost my friend to a most foul and sick sadness. We grew apart or I got lazy but either way I know I wasn’t around as much as I should have been in the end. But now he’s gone I see him everywhere and we talk often. We recall old times and we raise a glass and we congratulate ourselves on what a team we made. And the whole thing would be quite pleasant were it not for his penchant for cheap tequila, his crass jokes, and the noose still hanging around his neck.



Tired of hyperbolic verbal beatdowns and desperate for a more wholesome diet, meat-eaters strive for compromise by only eating organic, free-range vegans.



Of the fight between reader and writer, Julio Cortázar once said that the novel has the luxury of winning on points while the short story must always win by a knockout. That said, punch-shy readers looking for less pugilistic reading experiences, and weary writers in search of less arduous roads to validation, have both been known to settle for the occasional donkey punch.


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