At the time I thought it couldn’t be him. Why would he be here, of all places? I figured it was the accumulative effects of the sun and drinking the night before, perhaps combined with the subconscious metaphoric dead skin cells of my current twisted experiment, dried up on my stiff burned forehead. I looked away from his face… Continue reading
“Have a good trip Mr. Cohen,” the man had said to me.
Well, it wasn’t the man that had said it. It was what my students were saying to me at 2:15 on Friday, just after the bell rang and they were heading out the door. The old man on the other hand… Continue reading
It was on my walk when I suddenly realized that if I were to do this experiment right, without cheating, I shouldn’t even go back into my room. Dead people don’t re-enter rooms… Continue reading
The first time I ever considered going on an all-inclusive vacation was when I was 24; straight out of college and desperate to swim with dolphins, have beach sex with a lonely horny fat drunk girl that I would never see again and board an actual glass-bottom boat. Continue reading