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Dad Music

I’m six and half years old, a nuggety kid who can ride a bike faster than my brothers, except for my older brother, who sometimes beats me—actually he almost always beats me. But that’s okay cause my dad rides a horse in the sunshine. It’s a great...

Who Is The Fortunate Son?

Number One Son plays loud music, angry but somehow sweet; which I like the sound of but don’t catch the lyrics, cause I’m the old dad these days and he’s in high school blur-land. I could tell him about bands like that, which I liked when I was in school, but there’s...

The Life-Ready Bar: Part III

The little girl from Easy’s family claps her hands and steps forward, eager to drink. ‘Don’t touch it, Suzy!’ her mother yells, pulling the girl back. ‘Why, Mummy?’ ‘Can’t you read?’ she says, pointing her sword at the door. ‘It says “death!”’ ‘And that smell coming...