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Biographies

Diaries Of A Cutman: My Life In Boxing

January 23, 2012

Shame. The truth is I never thought about feeling shame. For the exhilaration. I experience exhilaration when I see blood. I’ve realized it’s a bit strange, sure, but not shameful. But then Maggie Watson looked at me that way she looks at me, like she feels sorry when I talk about it, like I’m wounded [...]

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Tossing Out the Caber Tossers

July 19, 2011

Everybody knows the Scottish Highland Games are for a special breed of badass. They may not be much on cardiovascular, they may not have six-pack abs, but you don’t want to fuck with them. They scream a lot. They pick up heavy shit and throw it. They drink a lot. They wear skirts with no [...]

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Andrew Jackson…

February 15, 2011

Andrew Jackson ordering appetizers and not sharing. Andrew Jackson buying his shoes one size larger well into his twenties. Andrew Jackson stealing toilet paper from the fitness center he seldom goes to. Andrew Jackson licking a mirror, his breath fogging the glass. Andrew Jackson repeating “Meriwether” until it becomes a string of meaningless syllables. Andrew [...]

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Nobody in Hong Kong Likes Me

January 23, 2011

But, it’s home.

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A Murky Fringe Biography—The Three Faces of My Grandfather: Pianist, Pervert, Texas Rangers Fan

November 1, 2010

God, he did love those Rangers. He took me to some games. After he got out of prison. During breaks between innings, as the music played, Grandpa always said he should have been the organist. To me, the Rangers will always be my grandpa, just out of prison, smiling weakly.

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