Unordered Tales



There's this guy I know. At least, he comes in to the deli where I work behind the counter every day. Our deli is always very busy. It's right near...


I’m leaving my flat when I come across an evidently alcoholic, stooped, iron-haired man, propping himself up for dear life against a wooden stake embedded in the flowerbed at the back of the buildin
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It was seven years before I realised I was an alcoholic. You’d think you’d guess before that amount of time had passed – have a notion, at least.