When I was a little kid I got a gyroscope for Christmas. The packaging said it was a “magic levitating” gyroscope, and once you got the gyroscope spinning between the two magnets you could carefully remove the base and for a couple of seconds it would magically levitate. For an eleven… Read full post »

Myra is probably one of the smartest people I know. She has a fantastic range of knowledge spanning everything from classical music to quantum physics, and she can hold her own in any conversation she might find herself involved in. I remember a long time ago, well before we were dating,… Read full post »

One day when I was six years old I got on a school bus and attended my first day of kindergarten. When I was eight, I put on a blue uniform and attended my first day of cub scouts. When I was fifteen, I kissed a girl for the first time.… Read full post »

 We’ve been riding in silence for an hour and a half now, and I’ve been mentally cataloging all the various ways Myra has fucked me up. I know this is a dangerous game, strapped to our seats inches apart and hurling down the road at 70 mph, but I can’t help… Read full post »

Myra looks like a Myra. I won’t even bother describing her, because you can imagine yourself what a Myra looks like. The name evokes purple swirls, dark and strangely exotic. So does Myra.

Her full name is Myra Edith Madison. Her father wanted to name her after his mother, but they… Read full post »

When I go up to the register to pay for our gas, I notice the attendant is staring out the window at Myra, checking her out.  There’s really no reason for this to annoy me, but it does anyway. She’s leaning over the hood washing the bugs off the windshield, smiling… Read full post »

Myra's at the wheel and I'm strapped to the passenger seat, watching the towns pass by us and letting my mind wander. Every once in a while one of us will open the window a crack, and that's the signal for both of us to smoke a cigarette. I blame the… Read full post »

When Myra first asked me to go on the road with her, I went over to my friend Pete's house to see if I could borrow some of his CDs and mix tapes for the trip. When I got to Pete's house, however, he was sitting on the curb smoking a… Read full post »