A nice little twist at the shrink’s office. A short story by Carrie Cohen

A short story with some Tolstoy, Russian fiends, breasts, and that beloved craze called Lost. By Brigit Kelly Young

As the short story’s author described, “A piece of literary filth if you want it.” Religious eroticism in the vein of classical surrealism. By David Henry Sterry

McSweeney’s columnist and Whiskey Dregs favorite, Lynsey Griswold, deals with my set of provoking questions. Good for me.

It stopped dead two feet in front of the sliding cage door. Its huge lead cell battery was spasmodically powering the large electric motor that drove the two-foot diameter hard rubber rear wheels.

If you walk down a street with two friends, people you consider to be brothers, though blood is not a matter of the relationship or bond, then it may be of benefit to know whether they share the same sentiment.

The old house by the highway was perfect when we found it – at the right price and in the right place, exactly what we’d hoped for.

A sordid tale of a prostitute and an addict who live on the other side of the American Dream.

It sounds like Tijuana in here. The air is thick and spicy.

Six months of volunteering on the reservation will get you here: parked outside Big Bat’s around 3:00 am while your ex-hookup buddy pukes on the uneven pavement[...]