I Am Lucius van Dyke III

“That’s too bad, hun,” said Carnal Carrie.
“Yep,” I said, taking another swig of my drink.

The three of us sat in silence watching the smoke rise from Carrie’s cigarette. An elderly man poked at a video card game back in the corner as the beer cooler wheezed and rasped. Read the rest of this entry »

My father, Lucius Van Dyke II, took my brother Scooter and I fishing once. Scooter’s name wasn’t really Scooter, of course, it was Peter. He was christened with that unfortunate nickname due to a childhood malady that for a time left him with what my mother called “the scoots.”

My father woke us early. He stumbled into the bedroom and flicked on the light.

“C’mon boys, we’re going fishing.” Read the rest of this entry »