With my assistance, soon she was shitfaced for real and the media briefing culminated in a kind of battle royal, the president exiting on a telescopic ladder dangling from a Marine One helicopter like a flaccid proboscis.
He motioned towards a lounge chair in the corner of the room, and she sat down in it. He grabbed two beers out of the refrigerator across the room. He popped off the caps and held one out towards her.
I am a genius. I repeat this ten times over every morning in a mirror no bigger than a tea-towel.
I’m off to Chicago to this year’s annual AWP (Associated Writers and Writing Programs) conference, where some 9,600 writers and writing students have registered to attend. I’m still an outsider, and probably should have heard of the AWP 20 years before I did, but persistence …
Tony Ardizzone was born and raised in Chicago, and his most recent novel is The Whale Chaser, published in 2010 by Academy Chicago Publishers. Over the years, Ardizzone's fiction has appeared in numerous literary journals, including The Georgia Review, Ploughshares, The Chicago Review, and The Gettysburg Review, to name a few.
Doc decides I need more blood to the brain.