For five years, we’ve been watching a crew of under-paid Mexicans construct an enormous row of condominiums just up the hill from our apartment complex here in south Austin.
Carlos has his head down, hoodie covering his body. I passively try to wake him up.
Sara, behind him, wearing a rasta beanie, says, “He’s dead,” referring to Carlos.
Carlos Peña, behind her, crumbles paper and throws it around the room. He stares at me from between his fingers when he’s not doing this, face planted on his palms. He wears a Marley shirt.
Nick, next to Carlos, isn’t working on the…
Amanda was depending on Max for a ride this afternoon. She needed to be at the university by 1:30pm for a job interview and was already running late when her brother told her he couldn’t drive; he’d forgotten his promise to pick up his girlfriend at the airport. Shampoo still in her hair, Amanda had to move double-time. While the car would only have taken about ten minutes, a bike ride could have…
For part of the workday today I sat in a high school Chemistry classroom making Algebra answer keys. The classroom was empty. Ninth and tenth graders were taking their end-of-year assessment in English I and English II. The rest of the school was in other classrooms, and since there were no bells, no students transitioned into this classroom.
I was with a coworker. The periodic table was on the…
Herocious is the author, most recently, of the novel “Austin Nights.”
This is to remind myself I already told Bridget the story about me and Christopher Sly going to a bar late at night, technically early in the morning I suppose, in Chicago.
We left Inner Town Pub close to when it was closing and ended up in a bar down the street that stayed open an hour later.
I forget the name of this bar,…
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“They gave it to me at the Tiger Mart.”
“Oh yeah,” I say.
“It’s a dollar.” he says.
He turns the coin over then reads it.
“John Tyler,” he says, “who’s John Tyler?”
“I don’t know,” I say.
“Was he a president?”
“I’m terrible at history,” I say.
“Right,” he says, “me too.”
At lunch the only thing I forgot at home was a ceramic bowl to microwave my food,…