I was thirteen years old, smearing greasepaint on my face before a show one night, when the high school kid seated next to me – his name was Neil – reached into his mouth and pulled out a bright red plasticky god-knows-what glistening with spittle and bristling all around with stiff silver wire. He set it on the table beside […]
Do you remember how the second “Godfather” movie ends? Kay, though not in so many words, asks Michael to lie to her about his involvement in the family business, and he complies. He tells her a big fatty, and she knows it’s a big fatty, tragically so, but her love for him is such that she chooses self-deception over loneliness. […]
