Actually, I’m that guy who drops by just to say hi, sticks around for a beer, points at the tv and says, “Oh, is this game on?” before flopping onto the couch, and then, some time around 11:30 at night when you’re yawning and changing into pyjamas and doing everything else you can think of to hint I should maybe be moving on, I start wondering if this throw pillow is the most comfortable pillow you have, and maybe I could use a regular bed pillow, and some sheets for the couch. I’m sure it won’t be long before Ryan Werner is shoving me unceremoniously out the front door of Our Band Could Be Your Lit. But until then, I’m still writing stories. This week: Slobberbone.
I hope last week proved that I’ll take these stories anywhere, so who knows where this one will wind up. (I already have an idea — and it’s not what you think.) Stay tuned!
Samuel Snoek-Brown 