Adrian Blevins: Late-Breaking Yew-Berry News from the Madman’s Love Shack


Great great read

Vox Populi

The catalogue of infractions I have committed against this world would overflow a small library, for what it’s worth. I pilfered a pack of gum before I could talk; I pretended to know how to write in cursive when I was five. When I showed my cousin the hieroglyphics I’d scratched all over her Scooby Doo drawing pad, I moreover felt something like pride when she broke down in tears and went running to her mom because she couldn’t even write in regular letters yet. I distinctly remember cheating on a philosophy exam when I was in college; the plan took at least a week’s work of pre-meditation and is therefore fused into my memory like the three times I gave birth without so much as a shot of whisky. Speaking of whisky, I drove drunk more times than I can remember during my pre-maternal years and smoked pot when…

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