Down on the Farm – Part III – Fiction

January 1, 1999

“He’ll be the only one,” he said. Then he let out a laugh that sounded like coarse-grain sandpaper against a steel door. “You know how to swim, don’t you?”

Burning Desires – Part III – Column

September 1, 1994

It was eerily similar to a place in my hometown, except the degenerates there were my oldest and dearest friends, and these degenerates were complete strangers.