I left by the back door
with my wife’s lover’s
smoking gun
It’s just beautiful how much information can be passed in just a dozen words.
Reminds me of my favorite Brautigan short story, The Scarlatti Tilt:
“It’s very hard to live in a studio apartment in San Jose with a man who’s learning to play the violin.”
That’s what she told the police when she handed them the empty revolver.
See, that’s part of what I admire in a writer, and … Read the rest