Doug Willis and I had a conversation circa 2001:
Crag: I need an idea for a short story.
Doug: Write a story about someone who can’t open a jar of pickles.
Crag: OK.
And so…
THE PICKLE JAR
That damn jar of pickles. I’ve tried and tried and tried and tried and tried, but I just can’t open that jar [...]
It was a jar of McQuud brand pickles. Mr. McQuud – I don’t know his first name – had done quite well for himself, considering his was the only brand of pickles I had seen at supermarkets lately. The jars have a yellow-coalescing-into-pickle-green label with a Disney-cute cartoon walrus jumping out at you [...]
I haven’t posted in a while, but I just had an experience that must be shared with a wide audience.
I was in the bathroom today, shitting urgently. As always, my shit was the consistency of applesauce due to my regular diet of bacon and hard alcohol. I had just resigned myself to the usual long [...]