Sleepover by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Sleepover My parents threw a big party when I was six. They both seemed very excited. For the weeks leading up to the party my parents stocked up on everything they would need: food liquor bells and whistles… There was Continue reading Sleepover by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Great Couple by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

A Great Couple   I like to give hand jobs, she smiled reaching down into my pants. What a coincidence, I said, I like receiving hand jobs. Well I guess we make a great couple then. I agreed. Then we Continue reading Great Couple by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Like a Bulldozer in a Broom Closet with the Heart of a Cement Mixer by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Like a Bulldozer in a Broom Closet with the Heart of a Cement Mixer I’ve always felt misanthropic and uncomfortable around people, especially large groups of people… you ever seen Triumph of the Will? Sure…pasty white six packs, lots of Continue reading Like a Bulldozer in a Broom Closet with the Heart of a Cement Mixer by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

She Coughs When She Flushes, like I Don’t Know the Difference by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

She Coughs When She Flushes, like I Don’t Know the Difference She comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped tight around her head and asks me what I am reading and I tell her: The Human Condition is Continue reading She Coughs When She Flushes, like I Don’t Know the Difference by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Crapper by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Crapper We meet in the hallway. He coughs a thick cloud of smoke in my face: hey, where’s the crapper? Turn around, I say, you can’t miss it. He actually turns around into the wall. Hey – I am already Continue reading Crapper by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Student Government by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Student Government Our high school decided it would be a good way for us to learn about democracy if we held an all-day event at a nearby park to elect a new student government. There were six candidates standing for Continue reading Student Government by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Best Man in a Leading Role by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Best Man in a Leading Role I walk by the movie theatre now. Video evidence no longer interests me. Especially at those prices. Popcorn caught between the teeth and aching. The last time I went, a group of drunk girls Continue reading Best Man in a Leading Role by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Wrestling is Fake Unless You Are the Wrestled by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Wrestling is Fake Unless You Are the Wrestled You grew up on all the same bullshit I did. At least some of it: King Kong Bundy, Big John Studd, Randy Macho Man Savage…Hulk Hogan ripping yellow shirts to I’m a Continue reading Wrestling is Fake Unless You Are the Wrestled by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Death of a Saleswoman by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Death of a Saleswoman Of course Arthur Miller couldn’t stay with Marilyn. He told her she was the saddest woman he had ever met. Then he wrote it into the script of The Misfits as though she hadn’t heard him Continue reading Death of a Saleswoman by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

The Madman of Coyote Island by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

The Madman of Coyote Island (for John Patrick Robbins) It is not often that you come across such a good writer who also happens to be an even better drinker, but that is what they have with the madman of Continue reading The Madman of Coyote Island by Ryan Quinn Flanagan