A Letter To

Words and illustrations: James Singer

It is 8:50pm.  Everyone from the three other adjoining apartments are in my apartment stoned watching The Simpsons, except for Brandon, who only wishes he was stoned but is subject to random drug testing because of his job.  He is sulking by an open window compensating his lack of ability to smoke weed by drinking cheap beer instead.  Brandon turns towards me and asks, “What is the difference between drinking American beer and having sex in a canoe?”  I am sober, tired, and bored of this nightly Simpsons watching routine.  I was really just trying to look out the window and not at him.  “I don’t know.”  “They are both fucking close to water.”  He downs the rest of the can and throws it at me. 

BUY PRINT Summer 2021 Issue #6