STEVE: There was this one woman. She was a sweetheart, with hair, arms, two-eyes, some of her teeth, and mostly all the other giblets and suchhaveyou.
We didn’t have long together, just a few sciatic-pinching minutes of sloppy, lustless, wholly shameful sexual innuendo-ing.
The next morning, I found myself waking up in a ditch along the northbound lane of Pacific Coast Highway.
Still the best parent-teacher conference I’ve ever accidentally attended.