My Hoodie Smells Like Greg

My green hoodie I wear like every day still kinda smells like this guy, Greg, from Black Canyon City, Arizona, a little town just north of Phoenix on the Agua Fria River.  It was supposta smell like a Philadelphia Vireo, a very rare species for the area, which had been spotted there several times overContinue reading “My Hoodie Smells Like Greg”

Latest from Book of Nothing: “Two Cowboys at an Arizona Gas Station during the Youknow…”

They were just standing there near my pump, looking like something from an earlier era of The West. Vests, belts, boots – all leather. Flannels, buckles, blue jeans – all faded. Hats, side-burns, mustaches – all huge. There was probably a sixshooter in there somewhere. There was probably a horse&saddle just over there. “Uh oh,”Continue reading “Latest from Book of Nothing: “Two Cowboys at an Arizona Gas Station during the Youknow…””