Joyland

All I can say is what you already know: some days are treasure.

“Nah, nah, he’s at the simp-hoister.”

I possessed three pairs of bluejeans, four pairs of Jockey shorts, a clunker Ford (with a good radio), occasional suicidal ideations, and a broken heart.

You start to worry, then you start to get it, then you know. Maybe you don’t want to, maybe you think that lovers as well as doctors misdiagnose shit all the time, but in your heart you know.

What I know now is that gallant young men rarely get pussy.

raising thriller (which indeed it is), but it is as much a bittersweet romance, a tribute to older times and sounder valu

Those are things that happened once upon a time and long ago, in a magical year when oil sold for eleven dollars a barrel.

passing time adds false memories and modifies real ones.

When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.

When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.