How I learned to Use Chopsticks

Sometimes I’ll look out of the window of a house in a movie and feel homesick. It will bring back memories that have nothing to do with the window. It brings back smells and muffled voices that become sharp and whole, and suddenly, I’m there, again. Eric is over. He knows how to use chopsticks. My father gives up first, forking chow-mein passed an outflow … Continue reading How I learned to Use Chopsticks

I Hit a Baby in the Face with a Bottle of Gin

I didn’t mean to, really. It wouldn’t have been so bad had I gotten beer–I meant to get beer. That woman, the shopkeeper, “the gin is on sale,” she said. So, I’ve now hit a baby in the face with a bottle of gin. It made a dink sound. “Shit!” I cried, as the baby hit the sidewalk. It could have only been in its … Continue reading I Hit a Baby in the Face with a Bottle of Gin

Missing the Hogwarts Express

We were having some sushi near the Cardinals Stadium in St. Louis. It was too early to have a whiskey, so I ordered a beer. The waitress nodded politely. “Don’t you want to see his ID?” my brother asked the waitress. She looked at him, then looked at me, an eyebrow raised. “You don’t have to,” I grumbled, hand in my pocket. She walked off. … Continue reading Missing the Hogwarts Express

The Paris Test

We find a Vietnamese place between where I live and Q works. It’s fair since neither of us likes walking too far from where we need to be. “Why are we getting Vietnamese?” he asks. I shrug. “I wanted soup.” “We’re in Russia. They practically invented soup.” “Yeah,” I agree, “but,” I point to the bowl, “this is the only soup they won’t put mayonnaise … Continue reading The Paris Test