Wish this new Big KRIT were like four times as long.
7:01 am • 7 March 2014 • 4 notes
“She left me for a waiter who dealt coke out of a ribs joint. I told her that was better than a guy who sold ribs in a coke place. She didn’t understand the joke and I didn’t understand why she left me.I watched TV for fifteen hours. During dusk and dawn, it was mostly news, a gray time illuminated by a gray light. My eye didn’t operate at capacity, the pupil never quite knowing whether to open or close. The constant hideous flickering light made my head throb. I decided to be on the news. I dressed in dark clothing and walked in drizzling rain to the ribs restaurant. Cold water ran into my collar and down my back. I should have worn a hat. The waiter was working late. I stood in the employee parking lot beside a dumpster that smelled of rotting meat. I breathed through my mouth. The kitchen crew played loud music as they cleaned up, the kind of raucous music I hated. The waiter left. He walked by without seeing me and I stabbed him twice in the ribs. Maybe now she’d get the joke”
"LOVE TRIANGLE, I didn’t understand why she left me," A story by Chris Offutt
On page 20 of an excellent recent jack pendarvis-edited edition of the southern foodways alliance’s gravy newsletter.
9:27 pm • 6 March 2014 • 45 notes
Tom Jones is opening for Morrissey at the LA show in May. Look at them.
9:21 am • 4 March 2014 • 19 notes