I'm Starting to Worry About This Black Box of Doom

Supposedly mature adults with no sense of scale or proportionality.”

In the end, Abbott Coburn had simply not been made for this world. He was one of those extra screws you find in the box after assembling a piece of furniture.

The walls had tumbled over at some point, the whole structure now just a tossed salad of boards and charcoal.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and Abbott thought she’d either been recently smoking weed or recently crying, though he knew from personal experience that it was possible to do both simultaneously.

(“Did you know that the western border of Texas is closer to California than it is to the eastern border of Texas?”),