Open All Night

Good morning. It’s time for your coffee break, or whatever. So skedaddle your sexy self over to PANK magazine and read my latest story, “Open All Night,” about a nymphomaniacal supermarket clerk. You can even hear an mp3 of me reading aloud to you, which you will like. Excerpt:

It’s 3:00 a.m. and I’m picking my cuticles to the Muzak when in walks Lube Guy. I haven’t seen him in almost a week. Five minutes later he’s at my register, with two heads of lettuce this time and—naturally—a big tube of personal lubricant.

“Gonna make a salad?” I ask.

Read the whole shebang here.


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