Sublime

He’s a firm but benevolent leader. He talks to adults like they’re juvenile delinquents and to kids like they’re adults.

At the Dinky Donut, outside town, Bob Pardee sat quietly as the family ate and talked. The soft pink golfer’s face had begun to droop from his skull. His flesh seemed generally to sag, giving him the hang-dog look of someone under strict orders to lose weight. His hair was expensively cut and layered, a certain amount of color combed in, a certain

Scotty lived with his bowling ball as if it were a third testicle,