I was between a rock and an asshole like always.
BITE THE MOMENT BY NATHAN CAINES 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 33
I’m glad to be away from the house for a while. I was about to snap having to deal with Jordan throwing another of his famous tantrums. Calling them ‘freak-outs’ gave him too much credit. It made it sound like it was anything but a temper tantrum thrown by another hypocritical man-child.
They had a simple relationship.
A FORTUNATE MAN BY PENNY DVORACEK 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 33
It began in high school when Abe became permanently smitten with Evelyn, who was the 1940 prom queen of Edison High School. Abe couldn’t believe that she agreed to go steady with him—a less than average Joe in every category—except for his undaunted willingness to turn himself inside out to please her.
I don’t know, you might be a good guy.
IN THE PROUDEST COUNTRY BY MICHAEL WASHBURN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 33
Claude studied the American for a moment with a look neither warm nor cold. “I’m not saying you would blow up houses full of people in Afghanistan,” he said. “I don’t know, you might be a good guy.”