It was the day of the chair massage.
Revolver recently published a book of my short stories called “Exceptionally Bad.” I’ve promised readers that if they pick up a copy, I’ll write them a story. You just have to give me the first line.
This story is for Nancy Yang.
I was running late. By the time I got there, he was already half-man, half-raccoon. A mess of flannel and claws and little furry ears on a sad man face.
He was my fifth were-nuisance of the day.
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Like many before her, Adelina Antonescu was a Romanian teenager seeking summer employment and a sense of the real America when she took a job selling tourist crap at South Dakota’s Wall Drug.
She was part of the June wave — the crush of young Eastern Europeans with little grasp of…