vignettes

You could have made a quiche out of the scum on the window: egg, flour, tomato. The university custodians were too scared to touch it. Esther had scrubbed it off herself the first few nights, but it built up again when the pickets returned every morning, and she’d finally given up. The slop did...

I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I dial it in and tune the station They talk about the u.s. inflation I understand just a little No comprende--it's a riddle I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio -- "My patience is runnin' thin. Get out of my office!" So, that's how he...