Twister 822

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

He pushes paper by day. And at night he is trussed from the ceiling wearing leather chaps. And on weekends he visits his mother. And shaves.

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Twister 821

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

So this guy was, like, getting all weird on me ok? And so I pushed him and, like, he kinda fell down the stairs, and, ugh, I hate geography!

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Twister 820

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

They sat watching the buildings burn. Some of the kids lit smokes and laughed. The firemen eyed them wearily. And turned their hoses on them

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Twister 819

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

Burt fell and injured his head and lost his memory and fell in love with the nurse who turned out to be his sister. Who had never loved him.

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Twister 818

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

He wore his Italian suits keenly despite his awful hair and pimply skin. So he sat alone at the bar. Though he had intelligent things to say

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Twister 817

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

She called him a skinflint and this excited him until he looked it up. He moped his way through work for a week, just another sad accountant

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Twister 816

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

The desparation in his voice told her she was in control. But it was offputting too. So she had him service her. And then she kicked him out

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Twister 815

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

The street was quiet and then there was a parade of Thai midgets and it rained breast implants and Al threw away his bottle of cheap tequila

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Twister 814

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

When the dogs started growling she’d had enough. I don’t care how big, she said. But she knew that wasn’t true. She cared how big. Very much

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Twister 813

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

He lies there, before the ambulance arrives. He remembers drinking a bottle of soy sauce, and an abandoned caboose. And then nothing at all.

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