WRITING
"I Kept Him in the Shower Stall" by Scott Link
I kept him in the shower stall.
His tiny little claws couldn’t get traction on the porcelain and glass and it was cool in there.
In the morning, I would come into the bathroom with a pillow case and while he slept I’d throw it over him and he would go nuts. I cinched it loosely with a knot, washed up and before leaving, dropped him back in over the opaque doors.
He always landed on his feet.
I once got him a job at a local garage, an attempt to instill some sense of responsibility and to get him out of the house and give him an opportunity to meet people other than myself.
He didn’t do any of the complicated repairs at the shop, just clean up and the occasional oil change.
It did nothing for his attitude.
He quit without even telling me.
He was so goddamn angry.
Man his teeth were fucking sharp. Like razor wire.
WATCHING
Rip Torn attacks Norman Mailer with a hammer:
